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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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