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@%%/~.,,,, other day, springs and streams and ,,,,.~/%%@
#@££%^/~., mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,.~/^%££@#
##@£%^/~., birdland-ish eternal spring (late ,.~/^%£@##
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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. ,.~/^%£@##
#@££%^/~., 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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#@@£%^/~., 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. ,.~/^%£@##
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