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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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