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¨:«/$%@### other day, springs and streams and ###@%$/«:¨
¨:«/$%@### mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ###@%$/«:¨
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¨:«/$%@### sun is about to rise. its a long day, ###@%$/«:¨
¨¨¨¨::/%%# 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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¨¨¨¨¨¨«$@@ players. pen and paper, books, cameras, @@$«¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨:«««//$$@ do art with. the fridge is filled with @$$//«««:¨
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¨:«/$%@### slightly weird. ###@%$/«:¨
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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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¨:«/$%@### meter area on the floor where i can ###@%$/«:¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨«/%# "save" things. whatever i put in here #%/«¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨«/$%@#### will not be affected by the nightly ####@%$/«¨
¨:«/$%@### reset. everything else, however, is ###@%$/«:¨
¨¨¨:««//%# completely reset overnight: synth #%//««:¨¨¨
¨¨¨:/$%%@# patches removed, food uneaten, wounds #@%%$/:¨¨¨
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¨:«/$%@### fall asleep i'd always wake up fully ###@%$/«:¨
¨:«/$$$@@# rested in my bed. sometimes there's #@@$$$/«:¨
¨:«/$%@### accidents where i lose stuff by ###@%$/«:¨
¨:«/$%@### forgetting to put them in the square. ###@%$/«:¨
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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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