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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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