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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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