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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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