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..,-†$§§¶#             § dream palace §             #¶§§$†-,..
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.,-†$§§¶## not actually  a palace. a cottage in the ##¶§§$†-,.
..,-†$§§¶#  woods (temperate climate, rains every   #¶§§$†-,..
.,-†$§§¶## other  day,   springs  and  streams  and ##¶§§$†-,.
..,-†$§§¶#   mysterious iron and stone artifacts,   #¶§§$†-,..
.,-†$§§¶##     birdland-ish eternal spring (late    ##¶§§$†-,.
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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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