Calypso's POV 2

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Moon lace, is hard to tend to.
I was out in my garden, dressed in blue jeans and a once white t-shirt. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and my cuffs of my jeans were rolled up.
When I reached the garden, I sighed.
Apollo, the sun god of self conceited brats, made his beams a little too bright.
My wheat plants, were fried.
"Crud." I muttered.
I walked to my shed, grabbed my bucket, and stomped down to the ocean.
On the way there, I tripped and fell on my face.
"What the Hades?" I looked at why I fell, and sighed sadly.
I was in a once huge crater, now small and smudged, made by a special Repair Boy.
"Come back soon, Leo."

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