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#.#.#.#.#.             £ dream palace £             .#.#.##.#.
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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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