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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, ,,,,.-:*%§
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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 ,,,,,,,,.-
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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 ,,,,,,,.-:
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%*:-.,,,,, 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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