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@&%%^-,,,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,,,-^%%&@
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&%«-,,,,,, before it fades to night again, and ,,,,,,-«%&
#@@&£%^«-, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,-«^%£&@@#
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@£%%^«---, 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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#@@&£%^«-, 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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@&&&£%^«-, 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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@@@&£%^«-, 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. ,,,,,-^£&&
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