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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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#,,#,#,,#,                    ~                     #,#,#,#,#,
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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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