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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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