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,-«^^§&@## § Dream Palace § ##@&§^^«-,
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,-«^^§&@@# #@@&§^^«-,
,-«^^§&@## ##@&§^^«-,
,,,,,-^§&& Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The &&§^-,,,,,
,-«^^§&@## Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every ##@&§^^«-,
,-«^§&@### Other Day, Springs And Streams And ###@&§^«-,
,-««^^^&&& Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, &&&^^^««-,
,,,,,«^&&@ Birdland-Ish Eternal Spring (Late @&&^«,,,,,
,-«^^§&@@# Spring)) #@@&§^^«-,
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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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