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@,@,@,@,@, ¤ Dream Palace ¤ @,@,@,@,@,
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@,@,@,@,@, ¤ ..... ...... ¤ @,@,@,@,@,
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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. @,@,@,@,@,
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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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@,@,@,@,@, £ @,@,@,@,@,
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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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