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&,&&&&&,&& not actually a palace. a cottage in the &&,,&,&&,&
&&,,,,&&,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,&,&&&,&&,
,&,,,&,&,, other day, springs and streams and &&&,,&&,&&
&&,,&&&&,& mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,&,&,&&,&
,&,&,,,&&, birdland-ish eternal spring (late ,&&&&&,&&,
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&&,&&,&,&, i wake up every morning at six am. it's &&&,&&,&,&
,&&,&&&&&, dark, and the stars are out, but the ,,&&,&&&&,
&,&&,,,,&& sun is about to rise. its a long day, ,&,&&,,,&,
&&,&,,,&,, before it fades to night again, and &&&,&,,&&&
,&&&,,&&,, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,,&&&,&,,,
&,,&,&,&,, it doesn't rise unless i've had my ,&,,&&&,,,
&,&&&&&&,& dreams. &&,&,,&,,&
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,&,,&,,,,, in this cottage there's a lot of radio &&&&,&,,&,
&&,&&,,,,& equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ,,,&&&,&&,
,&&,&,,,&& players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ,,&,,&&,&&
&,&&&,,&,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,&&,&,&&,&
&&,,&,&&,& do art with. the fridge is filled with &,&&&&,&&,
,&,&&&,&&& differet foods, all of them intriguing, &&,,,&&,&&
&&&,,&&,,, slightly weird. ,&,,&,&&,&
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&,,,,&&&&& i have friends - there's a cat, and a &&&&&&,,&&
&,,,&,,,,& dog (who is ridicolously large and ,,,,,&,&,,
&,,&&,,,&, wants to be the big spoon). i listen to ,,,,&&&&,&
&,&,&,,&&, the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit ,,,&,,,&&,
&&&&&,&,&& myself, songs and poetry, and found ,,&&,,&,&&
,,,,&&&&,& sounds from the forest. the others tell ,&,&,&&&,,
,,,&,,,&&& of their lives, play the guitar for me, &&&&&,,&,,
,,&&,,&,,, and tell tales of the old world. i ,,,,&,&&,,
,&,&,&&,,& consider them friends as well. ,,,&&&,&,,
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,,&&,,&,,, most importantly, there's a two square &&,,&&,,,&
,&,&,&&,,, meter area on the floor where i can ,&,&,&,,&&
&&&&&,&,,, "save" things. whatever i put in here &&&&&&,&,&
,,,,&&&,,& will not be affected by the nightly ,,,,,&&&&,
,,,&,,&,&& reset. everything else, however, is ,,,,&,,,&,
,,&&,&&&,& completely reset overnight: synth ,,,&&,,&&,
,&,&&,,&&& patches removed, food uneaten, wounds ,,&,&,&,&,
&&&,&,&,,& healed, and wherever and whenever i'd ,&&&&&&&&,
,,&&&&&,&, fall asleep i'd always wake up fully &,,,,,,,&&
,&,,,,&&&& rested in my bed. sometimes there's &,,,,,,&,&
&&,,,&,,,, accidents where i lose stuff by &,,,,,&&&&
,&,,&&,,,, forgetting to put them in the square. &,,,,&,,,,
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&,,,&&&&&& at night, i have demi-lucid dreams &&,,,&,&,,
&,,&,,,,,& where the spirits of the forest around ,&,,&&&&,&
&,&&,,,,&& the cottage tries to communicate. here, &&,&,,,&&,
&&,&,,,&,, it's not endless but connected to a ,&&&,,&,&&
,&&&,,&&,& large sprawling city, where my radio &,,&,&&&,,
&,,&,&,&&, friends live. we go exploring together &,&&&,,&,,
&,&&&&&,&& - things are deep and dark - but unlike &&,,&,&&,&
&&,,,,&&,, me, they never remember during the day. ,&,&&&,&&,
,&,,,&,&,, this is a mystery we often discuss. &&&,,&&,&&
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