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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 ¨¨¨¨¨^††%#
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@###%††-^¨ 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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