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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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