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¨¨¨¨,::%£& players. pen and paper, books, cameras, &£%::,¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨,:%& 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 ##¶&£%:«,¨
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¨,«:%£&¶¶# 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 ##¶&£%:«,¨
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¨,«:%£&¶## 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. ##¶&£%:«,¨
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