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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 @%†--::,,,
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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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