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#$$/.,,,,, Not  Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The ,,,,,./$$#
#@#&$*/~.,   Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every  ,.~/*$&#@#
&$/.,,,,,, Other  Day,  Springs  And  Streams   And ,,,,,,./$&
#@#&$*/~.,   Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts,   ,.~/*$&#@#
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#@#&$*/~., Dark,  And  The  Stars Are Out,  But The ,.~/*$&#@#
@&$/~,,,,, Sun  Is About To Rise.  Its A Long  Day, ,,,,,~/$&@
&&*/~~~,,, 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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#@#&$*/~., In  This Cottage There'S A  Lot Of Radio ,.~/*$&#@#
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#@#&$*/~., Players. Pen And Paper,  Books, Cameras, ,.~/*$&#@#
##@#$*/~., Mirrors,  Prisms,  And Various Things To ,.~/*$#@##
&*~,,,,,,, Do Art With.  The Fridge Is  Filled With ,,,,,,,~*&
#@#&$*/~., Differet Foods, All Of  Them Intriguing, ,.~/*$&#@#
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#@#&$*/~., Wants To Be  The Big Spoon). I Listen To ,.~/*$&#@#
##@&$*/~., The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit  A Bit ,.~/*$&@##
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#@#&$*/~., Sounds From The  Forest. The Others Tell ,.~/*$&#@#
#$$$**/~., Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For  Me, ,.~/**$$$#
#@#&$*/~., And  Tell Tales  Of  The  Old  World.  I ,.~/*$&#@#
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#$/..,,,,, "Save"  Things. Whatever  I Put In  Here ,,,,,../$#
###&$*/~., Will Not  Be  Affected  By  The  Nightly ,.~/*$&###
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#@#&$*/~.,   Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds  ,.~/*$&#@#
###&$*/~., Healed, And  Wherever  And  Whenever I'D ,.~/*$&###
@&*///~,,, 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, ,.~//**&&&
@&$//~~.,, It'S  Not Endless  But  Connected  To  A ,,.~~//$&@
###&$*/~., Large Sprawling  City,  Where  My  Radio ,.~/*$&###
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@&&&$*/~., - Things Are Deep  And Dark - But Unlike ,.~/*$&&&@
&&&&$*/~., Me, They Never Remember  During The Day. ,.~/*$&&&&
&&*/~.,,,, This  Is  A  Mystery We  Often  Discuss. ,,,,.~/*&&
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