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&^^::«««~, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,~«««::^^&
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##@&£^:«~, in this cottage there's a lot of radio ,~«:^£&@##
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&£::«~,,,, 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, ,~«:^£&@##
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#@£:«~,,,, 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 ,~«:^£&@##
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@&^«,,,,,, 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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