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Post by camden on Feb 27, 2012 22:13:18 GMT -5
Camden stuffed his hands into his pockets as he dragged his feet through the grass. His shoes were damp from the grass despite it not having rained any time in the past few days. It was very different here than in Ireland -- it was humid and everything always seemed to be wet. If it wasn't dripping wet, then it seemed like it has soaked it all up and was retaining it; like if you were to cut into it, it would pop like a water balloon and you'd be soaked to the bone.
A few people were in the park, though no one noticed Camden and he was thankful for that. Fans drove him insane -- after all, he'd come here to *get away* from that. He pulled his shoulders up towards his head and his body seemed to show how he was trying to hide despite being quite hidden anyways. Camden's eyes glanced towards the sky: bright and blue with clouds in just the right places to block the sun and keep it from getting overly warm here on the surface.
He smiled to himself and found he'd walked into the area of the playground. Camden took a seat on a swing, wrapping his hands around the chains that held the swing while keeping his hoodie sleeves over his hands so as not to touch the cool metal. The air smelled sweet from the honeysuckle bushes nearby and Cam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the beauty of such an isolated island paradise -- so unlike Ireland and fame.
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