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#@%%†-:¨¨¨ 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 ¨¨:-†%%@##
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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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