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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)) @**~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨.^*@@# #@@*^.¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨...~*@# ~ #@*~...¨¨¨
¨¨.~~**@@@ @@@**~~.¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~^&@ 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. ###@&*^~.¨
¨.~^*&@@## ##@@&*^~.¨
¨.~^*&@### * ###@&*^~.¨
¨.~^*&@### ###@&*^~.¨
¨.~^*&@### 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. ###@&*^~.¨
¨¨.~~**&@# #@&**~~.¨¨
¨.~^*&@### @ ###@&*^~.¨
¨.~^*&@### ###@&*^~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨~^&@# 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. ##&^..¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨..^^*@ @*^^..¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨.~^^*@# ¨ #@*^^~.¨¨¨
¨.~^*&@### ###@&*^~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~*@ 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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