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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 @§§§^»¨¨¨¨
¨:»;^§§#@# spring)) #@#§§^;»:¨
¨:»;^§§##@ @##§§^;»:¨
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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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¨:»;^§#@## ¨ ##@#§^;»:¨
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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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