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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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££&^^~,,,, 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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#@£§&*^~~, 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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£&&&**^~~, 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 ,~~^*&§£@#
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#@£§&*^~~, at night, i have demi-lucid dreams ,~~^*&§£@#
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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. ,~~^*&§£££
#@£§&*^~~, this is a mystery we often discuss. ,~~^*&§£@#
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