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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, .^«*^§@¶##
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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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