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##,,,#,##, not actually a palace. a cottage in the ,,,###,,,#
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,,,###,,,# 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 ,##,,#,,#,
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#,,#,,#,,, in this cottage there's a lot of radio ,#,,,###,,
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##,,#,,#,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,,,,#,,,#
,##,,#,,#, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,,,,,,#,,#
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,#,,,###,, i have friends - there's a cat, and a ,,#,,,,,,,
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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 ###,,,#,,,
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,,,,,,,#,, of their lives, play the guitar for me, ,,###,,,#,
,,,,,,,,#, and tell tales of the old world. i ,,#,##,,,#
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###,,,#,,, "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 ,,,###,,,#
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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 ,###,,,###
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