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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 ,,,,,,,,,,
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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. ,,~«†%%@##
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