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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 ,,,,,,,:«/
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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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