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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, §†:»-,,,,,
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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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