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#¶££†/-~,, sun is about to rise. its a long day, ,,~-/†££¶#
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#¶££†/-~,, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,,~-/†££¶#
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#¶££†/-~,, in this cottage there's a lot of radio ,,~-/†££¶#
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#¶££†/-~,, 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, ,~-/†££¶##
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##¶££†/-~, 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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#¶££†/-~,, "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 ,,~-/†££¶#
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#¶££†/-~,, fall asleep i'd always wake up fully ,,~-/†££¶#
##¶££†/-~, rested in my bed. sometimes there's ,~-/†££¶##
#¶££†/-~,, accidents where i lose stuff by ,,~-/†££¶#
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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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