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##@&%;-,,, * Dream Palace * ,,,-;%&@##
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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 ,,,-;%&@##
#@&%;-,,,, 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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