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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, ,,,,,.^%&@
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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, ,.~^*%&@##
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@%%%%*^~., 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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##@&%*^~., 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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###@&%^~., "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 ,.~^*%&@##
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##@&%*^~., 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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