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##@§@%;~,, @ dream palace @ ,,~;%@§@##
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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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