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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)) ,,,,,,,«^^
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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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