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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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