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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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...^==$% & #&%$==^...
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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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