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&^=.,,,,,, & dream palace & ,,,,,,.=^&
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##§&^=.,,, not actually a palace. a cottage in the ,,,.=^&§##
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###§&^=.,, 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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