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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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@¨@¨@¨@¨¨@ § ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
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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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