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#@¶§£%*~.¨ 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 ¨.~*%£§¶@#
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#@¶§£%*~.¨ players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ¨.~*%£§¶@#
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##@¶£%*~.¨ 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 ¨¨¨¨¨~%£§§
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#@¶§£%*~.¨ most importantly, there's a two square ¨.~*%£§¶@#
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#@¶§£%*~.¨ "save" things. whatever i put in here ¨.~*%£§¶@#
@¶§§£%*~.¨ will not be affected by the nightly ¨.~*%£§§¶@
@¶§§£%*~.¨ reset. everything else, however, is ¨.~*%£§§¶@
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##@¶§£%*~. patches removed, food uneaten, wounds .~*%£§¶@##
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§§££*~~..¨ fall asleep i'd always wake up fully ¨..~~*££§§
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##@¶£%*~.¨ 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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨.*£¶
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#@¶§£%*~.¨ me, they never remember during the day. ¨.~*%£§¶@#
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