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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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