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##§£**«~,, woods (temperate climate, rains every ,,~«**£§##
###§£**«~, other day, springs and streams and ,~«**£§###
##§£**«~,, mysterious iron and stone artifacts, ,,~«**£§##
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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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