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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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