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,,,,,=†¤¶¶ ¤ dream palace ¤ ¶¶¤†=,,,,,
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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 ##¶#¤%†=,,
,,=†%¤¶### spring)) ###¶¤%†=,,
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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, ##¶#¤%†=,,
,,,,,†%¤¤¶ 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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