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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)) .^~†%$&@##
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##@&$%†~^. 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 .....^~%&@
&$†~~^^... sounds from the forest. the others tell ...^^~~†$&
@&$††^^... of their lives, play the guitar for me, ...^^††$&@
##@&$%†~^. and tell tales of the old world. i .^~†%$&@##
#@@&$%†~^. consider them friends as well. .^~†%$&@@#
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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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