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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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#,#,#,#,#, 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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