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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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