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¨-«^%£§@## mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ##@§£%^«-¨
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¨¨¨¨¨-«^%§ 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 §%^^«¨¨¨¨¨
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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, §£%^^«-¨¨¨
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¨-«^%£§@## 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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¨-«^%£§@## 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. ##@§£%^«-¨
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