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@@£$%:«,,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,,«:%$£@@
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#@@£$%:«,, dark, and the stars are out, but the ,,«:%$£@@#
@@£$%:«,,, sun is about to rise. its a long day, ,,,«:%$£@@
@£$%:«,,,, before it fades to night again, and ,,,,«:%$£@
£$%:«,,,,, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,,,,,«:%$£
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@@£$%:«,,, in this cottage there's a lot of radio ,,,«:%$£@@
#@@£$%:«,, equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape ,,«:%$£@@#
@@£$%:«,,, players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ,,,«:%$£@@
@£$%:«,,,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,,,,«:%$£@
£$%:«,,,,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,,,,«:%$£
$%:«,,,,,, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,,,,,,«:%$
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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 ,,,,,,,«:%
$%:«,,,,,, completely reset overnight: synth ,,,,,,«:%$
£$%:«,,,,, patches removed, food uneaten, wounds ,,,,,«:%$£
@£$%:«,,,, healed, and wherever and whenever i'd ,,,,«:%$£@
@@£$%:«,,, fall asleep i'd always wake up fully ,,,«:%$£@@
#@@£$%:«,, rested in my bed. sometimes there's ,,«:%$£@@#
@@£$%:«,,, accidents where i lose stuff by ,,,«:%$£@@
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$%:«,,,,,, at night, i have demi-lucid dreams ,,,,,,«:%$
£$%:«,,,,, where the spirits of the forest around ,,,,,«:%$£
@£$%:«,,,, the cottage tries to communicate. here, ,,,,«:%$£@
@@£$%:«,,, it's not endless but connected to a ,,,«:%$£@@
#@@£$%:«,, large sprawling city, where my radio ,,«:%$£@@#
@@£$%:«,,, friends live. we go exploring together ,,,«:%$£@@
@£$%:«,,,, - things are deep and dark - but unlike ,,,,«:%$£@
£$%:«,,,,, me, they never remember during the day. ,,,,,«:%$£
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