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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 ##¶&&§\«:¨
¨:«\§&&¶## 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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