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,,,,,,,,,, * dream palace * ,,,,,,,,,,
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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 =.,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,.=:% 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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