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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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££#***^=,, equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ,,=^***#££
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#£*^,,,,,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,,,,,,^*£#
##£#£*^=,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,=^*£#£##
###**^==,, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,,==^**###
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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 ,,,,==*#£#
##£#£*^=,, 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 ,,=^*#£###
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#££*=,,,,, fall asleep i'd always wake up fully ,,,,,=*££#
##£#£*^=,, rested in my bed. sometimes there's ,,=^*£#£##
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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 ,,=^*£#£##
##£#£*^=,, me, they never remember during the day. ,,=^*£#£##
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