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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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¶¶*=/~~,,, 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 ,,~/=*#¶@#
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#@¶#*=/~,, Slightly Weird. ,,~/=*#¶@#
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#==///~~,, 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 ,,~/=====#
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##@#*=/~,, 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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