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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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¨~»††††§&& & &&§††††»~¨
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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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¨~»†§$&¶## ¶ ##¶&$§†»~¨
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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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