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##@&@$;»-¨ woods (temperate climate, rains every ¨-»;$@&@##
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@@@$$»-¨¨¨ sun is about to rise. its a long day, ¨¨¨-»$$@@@
###&@$;»-¨ before it fades to night again, and ¨-»;$@&###
&&&&@$;»-¨ then it stays so until i fall asleep. ¨-»;$@&&&&
##@&@$;»-¨ it doesn't rise unless i've had my ¨-»;$@&@##
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##@&@$;»-¨ in this cottage there's a lot of radio ¨-»;$@&@##
##@&@$;»-¨ equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ¨-»;$@&@##
##@&@$;»-¨ players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ¨-»;$@&@##
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@&$$$;»¨¨¨ do art with. the fridge is filled with ¨¨¨»;$$$&@
##@&@$;»-¨ differet foods, all of them intriguing, ¨-»;$@&@##
#@&&@$;»-¨ slightly weird. ¨-»;$@&&@#
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##@&@$;»-¨ wants to be the big spoon). i listen to ¨-»;$@&@##
##@&@$;»-¨ the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit ¨-»;$@&@##
&@$$;;--¨¨ myself, songs and poetry, and found ¨¨--;;$$@&
##@&@$;»-¨ sounds from the forest. the others tell ¨-»;$@&@##
@@@&@$;»-¨ of their lives, play the guitar for me, ¨-»;$@&@@@
##@&@$;»-¨ and tell tales of the old world. i ¨-»;$@&@##
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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 ¨¨¨¨¨-;;@&
##@&@$;»-¨ patches removed, food uneaten, wounds ¨-»;$@&@##
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##@&@$;»-¨ rested in my bed. sometimes there's ¨-»;$@&@##
##@&@$;»-¨ accidents where i lose stuff by ¨-»;$@&@##
#&@$;-¨¨¨¨ forgetting to put them in the square. ¨¨¨¨-;$@&#
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##@&@$;»-¨ where the spirits of the forest around ¨-»;$@&@##
@@&&@$;»-¨ the cottage tries to communicate. here, ¨-»;$@&&@@
##@&@$;»-¨ it's not endless but connected to a ¨-»;$@&@##
##@&@$;»-¨ large sprawling city, where my radio ¨-»;$@&@##
##@&@$;»-¨ friends live. we go exploring together ¨-»;$@&@##
@&@$$$;»-¨ - things are deep and dark - but unlike ¨-»;$$$@&@
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##@&@$;»-¨ this is a mystery we often discuss. ¨-»;$@&@##
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