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by Watsky 12/29/2014, 5:50 pmAidan Mason
With the sun shining softly on the strawberry fields and the children within it, picking each sweet fruit, Aidan stood in front of a tidy bush of green and red. He enjoyed the days he had to go pick strawberries with his cabin, because he got to be alone for a little while. Of course, not long, as he did have friends in his own cabin. In fact, he was watching one of his brown haired friends run off towards another friend, and Aidan didn't even feel jealous. He was getting better at that. Plus, everything was sunny, and he had no complaints at all. It all made him a little sleepy, really, the way the sun shone off the fruit and how the leaves absorbed that energy. He always wondered about plants, and even though he knew it was all photosynthesis and pressure and cells and all that biology stuff, it was still all very magical to him.
Then again, with all that biology stuff also came the whole Greek gods stuff, and he didn't want to think about it too long because then his head would start to hurt. He never was one for science or religion or existencial crises. Music was more his thing, and horrible puns.
Then again, with all that biology stuff also came the whole Greek gods stuff, and he didn't want to think about it too long because then his head would start to hurt. He never was one for science or religion or existencial crises. Music was more his thing, and horrible puns.
