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@#¤¤&$^~,, & dream palace & ,,~^$&¤¤#@
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#@#¤&$^~,, not actually a palace. a cottage in the ,,~^$&¤#@#
¤$$^^,,,,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,,,,^^$$¤
@##¤&$^~,, other day, springs and streams and ,,~^$&¤##@
¤&&&&$^~,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,~^$&&&&¤
@##¤&$^~,, birdland-ish eternal spring (late ,,~^$&¤##@
###¤&$^~,, spring)) ,,~^$&¤###
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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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