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##@¤@†;»-¨ woods (temperate climate, rains every ¨-»;†@¤@##
##@¤@†;»-¨ other day, springs and streams and ¨-»;†@¤@##
¤¤†;-¨¨¨¨¨ mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ¨¨¨¨¨-;†¤¤
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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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