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#@¶§£%\-,, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,,-\%£§¶@#
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@¶¶§£%\-,, players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ,,-\%£§¶¶@
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@@¶§£%\-,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,-\%£§¶@@
@§§§£%\-,, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,,-\%£§§§@
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§%-,,,,,,, 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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@@¶§£%\-,, will not be affected by the nightly ,,-\%£§¶@@
§£%--,,,,, reset. everything else, however, is ,,,,,--%£§
#@¶§£%\-,, completely reset overnight: synth ,,-\%£§¶@#
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§§£%%\-,,, healed, and wherever and whenever i'd ,,,-\%%£§§
#@¶§£%\-,, fall asleep i'd always wake up fully ,,-\%£§¶@#
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#@¶§£%\-,, 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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