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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, ,,,,,,^»†%
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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 ,,^»†%¤#¶#
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#¶#¤%†»^,, 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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