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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 @@££&*^-^,
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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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