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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. ¨¨¨~«†%@£@
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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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~
«~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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