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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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,~«*%%#@@@ 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 @#%««««~,,
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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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