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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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