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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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####§$^~~, i have friends - there's a cat, and a ,~~^$§####
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####§$^~~, wants to be the big spoon). i listen to ,~~^$§####
####§$^~~, the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit ,~~^$§####
#$^~,,,,,, myself, songs and poetry, and found ,,,,,,~^$#
#§^^~,,,,, 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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