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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 ,,,,,:~:=§
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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, ,,,,,,,:~:
~:,,,,,,,, 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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