Joel paced around the grassed area he was claiming as his, whistling a soft tune. The gentle breeze fluttered in his curly hair, he ran a hand through it out of habit as he walked, picturing how he wanted to use the space to his advantage. The sun was beating down brightly, tickling the back of his neck. There was a constant hum of notifications on his communicator, since every hermit was online for the start of the new season
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