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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 ,~~~~~*†£§
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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. ,~«*£§@###
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