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*I love standing at the top largest hill of Camp Half-Blood. Watching the greens as the nymph wood dance in the hum of nature. Satyrs seasoning the forest with their magic recipe. I should spend more time, admiring the beauty of the wilds. For ere long, the border won't last long. Barbaric creatures will start to crawl. Demigods will fight, and I'll be there, holding a papyrus like a playwright.*    (a.k)
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
Camp Half-Blood
*I love standing at the top largest hill of Camp Half-Blood. Watching the greens as the nymph wood dance in the hum of nature. Satyrs seasoning the forest with their magic recipe. I should spend more time, admiring the beauty of the wilds. For ere long, the border won't last long. Barbaric creatures will start to crawl. Demigods will fight, and I'll be there, holding a papyrus like a playwright.*    (a.k)
A cup of Percy Jackson and the Olympians before bed :D
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
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