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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 ..@@@@@..@
@@@....@@. spring)) ..@....@.@
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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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.@.@@@@@@@ @ .@@@..@..@
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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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