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#@¶¤§^~-,, § dream palace § ,,-~^§¤¶@#
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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 ,-~^§¤¶@##
#@¶¤§^~-,, 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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