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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 #@£&^†~¨¨¨
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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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