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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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¤§%†«,¨¨¨¨ 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 ¨¨¨,«†%§¤#
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#@#¤§%†«,¨ And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I ¨,«†%§¤#@#
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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 ¨,«†%§¤#@#
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#¤§%†«,¨¨¨ 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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