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,,,:«:%@#@ Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every @#@%:«:,,,
,,:«:%@#@# Other Day, Springs And Streams And #@#@%:«:,,
,:«:%@#@## Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ##@#@%:«:,
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,,,,,,,:«: 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 :«:,,,,,,,
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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 %:«:,,,,,,
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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 #@#@%:«:,,
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,,:«:%@#@# 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 %:«:,,,,,,
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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. @%:«:,,,,,
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