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#@¶§%%^~., 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 ,.~^%%§¶@#
¶§%^.,,,,, 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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