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¨~«^*$## woods (temperate climate, rains every ###&$*^«~¨
¨~«^*$## other day, springs and streams and ###&$*^«~¨
¨~«^*$## mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ###&$*^«~¨
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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 ###&$*^«~¨
¨~««^^^* then it stays so until i fall asleep. #&*^^^««~¨
¨¨~««^$& 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 ###&$*^«~¨
¨¨¨¨««^^*& differet foods, all of them intriguing, &*^^««¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨~«««^$& 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 #&$$^^«~¨¨
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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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