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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, ¨&&¨¨&¨&¨&
¨¨&¨&¨&¨&& 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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¨&&¨&¨&¨¨& * ¨&&¨¨&¨&¨&
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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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¨&&¨&¨&¨¨& @ ¨&&¨¨&¨&¨&
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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. ¨¨&¨&&¨&¨&
¨&&¨&¨&¨¨& ¨&&¨¨&¨&¨&
¨¨&¨&¨&¨&& ¨ ¨¨&¨&&¨&¨&
¨&&¨&¨&¨¨& ¨&&¨¨&¨&¨&
¨¨&¨&¨&¨&& 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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