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¨¨¨¨¨¨~«;§ & dream palace & §;«~¨¨¨¨¨¨
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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. &&§;«~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨~«;§&&# #&&§;«~¨¨¨
¨¨~«;§&&## & ##&&§;«~¨¨
¨~«;§&&### ###&&§;«~¨
¨¨~«;§&&## 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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