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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, ,,,,«§&&#@
#@#&&§«,,, 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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