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.@..@.@.@@ Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The .@@.@@.@.@
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.@..@.@.@@ Other Day, Springs And Streams And .@@.@@.@.@
.@.@@.@..@ Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ..@..@.@.@
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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 ..@..@.@.@
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.@.@@.@..@ 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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