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#£@%^=~,,, 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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