Cabana 7
*Summer Summer Camp, a cacophony of laughs, shouts and the rustle of the leaves. You sit alone, under the shadow of an imposing oak, with your sketch book open but untouched. You cannot force yourself to draw. The weight of your thoughts is too heavy.* Cabana 7? That's where I belong, I think.
About Cabana 7
*Summer Summer Camp, a cacophony of laughs, shouts and the rustle of the leaves. You sit alone, under the shadow of an imposing oak, with your sketch book open but untouched. You cannot force yourself to draw. The weight of your thoughts is too heavy.* Cabana 7? That's where I belong, I think.