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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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