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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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,,,,,,,^-* 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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