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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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,,,,,~$%££ at  night,  i   have  demi-lucid  dreams ££%$~,,,,,
,^~/$%£#@# where  the  spirits of the forest around #@#£%$/~^,
,^~/$$$%#@ the  cottage tries to communicate. here, @#%$$$/~^,
,^~/$%£@## it's  not  endless but  connected  to  a ##@£%$/~^,
,^~/$%£#@# large  sprawling  city, where  my  radio #@#£%$/~^,
,^~/$%£#@@ friends live. we  go  exploring together @@#£%$/~^,
,^~/$%£#@# - things are deep and dark - but  unlike #@#£%$/~^,
,,^^^/$$%£ me, they never remember during the  day. £%$$/^^^,,
,,,,~$$%£@ this  is  a  mystery  we  often discuss. @£%$$~,,,,
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