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^;«^,,,,,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,,,,,^«;^
%^;«^,,,,, other day, springs and streams and ,,,,,^«;^%
£%^;«^,,,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,,,^«;^%£
@£%^;«^,,, birdland-ish eternal spring (late ,,,^«;^%£@
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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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«^,,,,,,,, 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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