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Note Number:
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108
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Author:
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Cidwick
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Date:
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Mon
Sep 16, 2002; 23:31:01
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To:
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All
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Subject:
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Island
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*journal log* I send the last letter in a bottle today. I hope someone
gets it. I miss my family at the Wardens, And I miss her. We crashed on
an island a few days ago, and so far, I think I'm the only survivor. No
one else is within sight of hearing. My ranger training points to that
as well. I've been able to find food, and fresh water. Hopefully soon,
I'll find a way off this damniable rock. Untill then, I'll make the best
of it. Today, I saw a herd of strange-looking deer. I believe they are
edible. I'll check that out soon. The sky is very forign here. I can't
make out the night lights. This may be the last time I write in this,
so I'll say it one last time. Life is too short. Live, love and be happy.
It's not worth rushing and running away. I wish that I knew that before
this. I'm attaching this page to a gull that I've seen near Hartland before,
so hopefully, someone will get this..... It's too dark to write. Be well......
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