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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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