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####&†:~.¨ Other Day, Springs And Streams And ¨.~:†&####
@#&†~..¨¨¨ Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ¨¨¨..~†&#@
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#&::.¨¨¨¨¨ 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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#†††:~~¨¨¨ Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape ¨¨¨~~:†††#
##@#&†:~.¨ Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, ¨.~:†&#@##
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####&†:~.¨ Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With ¨.~:†&####
##@#&†:~.¨ Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, ¨.~:†&#@##
@@@#&†:~.¨ Slightly Weird. ¨.~:†&#@@@
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##&:.¨¨¨¨¨ 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 ¨.~:†#@###
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##&:..¨¨¨¨ - 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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