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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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~
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%:~-¨¨¨¨¨¨ "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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