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[bulletwthmyname]

[somewhere in one of camp's fabled open spaces, possibly under a tree, there's a boy. sitting on the ground in front of him is a candle. the flame of said candle is running through a gamut of colors, heights, and temperatures, even though the boy doesn't seem to be doing anything at all besides looking at it.

it looks like a prime time to bother him]

[[Day in the life? YOU DECIDE.

eta: sleeptime is now! will pick up threads tomorrow back!]]