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###@&††«:, Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The ,:«††&@###
##@&††«:,, Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every ,,:«††&@##
#@&††«:,,, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,,,:«††&@#
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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 ,,,,,,,,,:
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#@&††«:,,, 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, ,,,:«††&@#
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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 ,,,,,,,,,:
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#@&††«:,,, 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 ,,,,,:«††&
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†«:,,,,,,, Rested In My Bed. Sometimes There'S ,,,,,,,:«†
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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 ,,,,,,,,:«
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††«:,,,,,, 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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