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¨¨#¨¨#¨¨#¨ 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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##¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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