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,,,,,:=%££ woods (temperate climate, rains every ££%=:,,,,,
,:«==%%%%£ other day, springs and streams and £%%%%==«:,
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,:««««%&&# sun is about to rise. its a long day, #&&%««««:,
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,:«=%%&### 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, #&%%===«:,
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,:«=%%&££# dog (who is ridicolously large and #££&%%=«:,
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,:«=%%&£## 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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