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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. #@#£%*:«,,
,,«:*%£#@# #@#£%*:«,,
,,«:*%£#@@ * @@#£%*:«,,
,,«:*%£#@# #@#£%*:«,,
,,«:*%£#@# 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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,,«:*%£#@# , #@#£%*:«,,
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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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