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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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