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¤*^^~,,,,, Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The ,,,,,~^^*¤
#@#¤$*^»~, Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every ,~»^*$¤#@#
##@#¤$*^~, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,~^*$¤#@##
#@#¤$*^»~, Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ,~»^*$¤#@#
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#@#¤$*^»~, Dark, And The Stars Are Out, But The ,~»^*$¤#@#
###¤$*^»~, Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ,~»^*$¤###
###¤$*^»~, Before It Fades To Night Again, And ,~»^*$¤###
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###¤$*^»~, It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My ,~»^*$¤###
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#@#¤$*^»~, Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape ,~»^*$¤#@#
¤¤*»,,,,,, Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, ,,,,,,»*¤¤
@¤*^~~,,,, Mirrors, Prisms, And Various Things To ,,,,~~^*¤@
¤*^~,,,,,, Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With ,,,,,,~^*¤
#$*»»»~~,, Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, ,,~~»»»*$#
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@#$$^»,,,, Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To ,,,,»^$$#@
#@#¤$*^»~, The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ,~»^*$¤#@#
##$^^^~,,, Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ,,,~^^^$##
#@#¤$*^»~, Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell ,~»^*$¤#@#
##$^»»,,,, Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ,,,,»»^$##
#@#¤$*^»~, And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I ,~»^*$¤#@#
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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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###¤$*^»~, The Cottage Tries To Communicate. Here, ,~»^*$¤###
###¤$*^»~, It'S Not Endless But Connected To A ,~»^*$¤###
#@#¤$*^»~, Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio ,~»^*$¤#@#
#@#¤$*^»~, Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together ,~»^*$¤#@#
#@#¤$*^»~, - Things Are Deep And Dark - But Unlike ,~»^*$¤#@#
##@#$*^»~, Me, They Never Remember During The Day. ,~»^*$#@##
#@#¤$*^»~, This Is A Mystery We Often Discuss. ,~»^*$¤#@#
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