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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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