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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.      ##§$†~.,,,
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,.~†$§##@#                     #                    #@##§$†~.,
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,,,.~†$§## 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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