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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, #§£%^«^...
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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, #§£%^«^...
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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 ##§£%^«^..
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.......^«^ it's not endless but connected to a ^«^.......
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