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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 ##¶&%*=--,
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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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