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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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##$==,,,,, in this cottage there's a lot of radio ,,,,,==$##
@@##*$*=,, equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ,,=*$*##@@
##**$=,,,, players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ,,,,=$**##
#@@#*$*=,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,,=*$*#@@#
##@#*$*=,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,=*$*#@##
####*$*=,, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,,=*$*####
##@#*$*=,, slightly weird. ,,=*$*#@##
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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 ,,,,,***@#
##@#*$*=,, forgetting to put them in the square. ,,=*$*#@##
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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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