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,,###,,#,, not actually a palace. a cottage in the ###,,,,#,,
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,,,,###,,# other day, springs and streams and ,,###,,,,#
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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 #,,,###,,,
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##,,,,,,#, in this cottage there's a lot of radio ,,,###,,#,
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,,###,,,,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ###,,#,##,
,,#,##,,,, do art with. the fridge is filled with #,##,,,###
#,,,###,,, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,,###,,#,#
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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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,,#,,,,,#, 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 #,##,,#,,,
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,#,,,,,,,# at night, i have demi-lucid dreams ,#,,,,###,
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#,,#,,,,,, 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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