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#@£$$:«,,, sun is about to rise. its a long day, ,,,«:$$£@#
##@£$$:«,, before it fades to night again, and ,,«:$$£@##
#@£$$:«,,, then it stays so until i fall asleep. ,,,«:$$£@#
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£$$:«,,,,, players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ,,,,,«:$$£
@£$$:«,,,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,,,,«:$$£@
#@£$$:«,,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,,«:$$£@#
##@£$$:«,, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,,«:$$£@##
#@£$$:«,,, slightly weird. ,,,«:$$£@#
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$:«,,,,,,, wants to be the big spoon). i listen to ,,,,,,,«:$
$$:«,,,,,, the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit ,,,,,,«:$$
£$$:«,,,,, myself, songs and poetry, and found ,,,,,«:$$£
@£$$:«,,,, sounds from the forest. the others tell ,,,,«:$$£@
#@£$$:«,,, of their lives, play the guitar for me, ,,,«:$$£@#
##@£$$:«,, and tell tales of the old world. i ,,«:$$£@##
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:«,,,,,,,, meter area on the floor where i can ,,,,,,,,«:
$:«,,,,,,, "save" things. whatever i put in here ,,,,,,,«:$
$$:«,,,,,, will not be affected by the nightly ,,,,,,«:$$
£$$:«,,,,, reset. everything else, however, is ,,,,,«:$$£
@£$$:«,,,, completely reset overnight: synth ,,,,«:$$£@
#@£$$:«,,, patches removed, food uneaten, wounds ,,,«:$$£@#
##@£$$:«,, healed, and wherever and whenever i'd ,,«:$$£@##
#@£$$:«,,, fall asleep i'd always wake up fully ,,,«:$$£@#
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#@£$$:«,,, it's not endless but connected to a ,,,«:$$£@#
##@£$$:«,, large sprawling city, where my radio ,,«:$$£@##
#@£$$:«,,, friends live. we go exploring together ,,,«:$$£@#
@£$$:«,,,, - things are deep and dark - but unlike ,,,,«:$$£@
£$$:«,,,,, me, they never remember during the day. ,,,,,«:$$£
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