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##@££^;~^, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,^~;^££@##
#@£££^;~^, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,^~;^£££@#
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£££^^^;~^, 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 ,^~;;;;;£@
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##@££^;~^, "save" things. whatever i put in here ,^~;^££@##
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