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,-«/†&@¶@# #@¶@&†/«-,
,,,,««/†@@ & DREAM PALACE & @@†/««,,,,
,-«/†††††@ - ----- ------ - @†††††/«-,
,-«/†&@¶@# & ..... ...... & #@¶@&†/«-,
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,-«/†&@¶@# - ..... ...... - #@¶@&†/«-,
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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)) ¶&&//-,,,,
,-«/†&@¶@# #@¶@&†/«-,
,-«/†&@¶@# « #@¶@&†/«-,
,-«/†&@¶@# #@¶@&†/«-,
,-«/†&@¶## 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. #@¶@&†/«-,
,-«/†††††@ @†††††/«-,
,-«/†&@¶@# @ #@¶@&†/«-,
,,,-««/†@@ @@†/««-,,,
,-«/†&@¶@# 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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