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¨¨¨¨,,:@@¤ 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 ####¤@:«,¨
¨,«:%@¤### 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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