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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 ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%*###£ spring)) £###*%\~,,
,,~\%*#### ####*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£## ~ ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£## ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£## 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. #%~~~,,,,,
,,,~~%*##£ £##*%~~,,,
,,~\%%***# % #***%%\~,,
,,~\%*#£## ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£## 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. ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£## ##£#*%\~,,
,,,,~\\*#£ # £#*\\~,,,,
,,~\%*#£## ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£££ 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. #£*\\\~,,,
,,~\%*#£## ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£## £ ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#££# #££#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£££ 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. £££#*%\~,,
,,~\%*#£## ##£#*%\~,,
,,~\%#£### , ###£#%\~,,
,,~\%*#£££ £££#*%\~,,
,,,,,\\%#£ 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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