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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 ,,,,,~^%§¤
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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, ,,,,~^%§¤@
¤§%^~,,,,, 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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