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,~»/%%&£@# % dream palace % #@£&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£@# ~ ----- ------ ~ #@£&%%/»~,
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,~»/%%&£££ , ..... ...... , £££&%%/»~,
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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)) ##£&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£@# #@£&%%/»~,
,,,,,,~»%& » &%»~,,,,,,
,~»/%%&£@# #@£&%%/»~,
,,,~/%%%&& 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. #@£&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£££ £££&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£@# % #@£&%%/»~,
,,~~»»/%££ ££%/»»~~,,
,~»/%%&£@# 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. £%/»~,,,,,
,~»//%%%%£ £%%%%//»~,
,~»/%%&£@# & #@£&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£@@ @@£&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£@# 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. @£%/~,,,,,
,~»/%%&£## ##£&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£@# £ #@£&%%/»~,
,,,~»/%%&@ @&%%/»~,,,
,~»/%%%&£@ 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. &&%/»~,,,,
,~»/%%%%££ ££%%%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£## , ##£&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£@# #@£&%%/»~,
,~»/%%&£@# 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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,,,,~//%&@ @&%//~,,,,
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