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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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,.~/*@#@## * ##@#@*/~.,
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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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