I am adrift at sea, each wave weakens my already weak raft. Every gust of wind feels like it may be my last. I am running out of water. Land is still not in sight.

I am out of water. I may have one more day left. I am writing this note on the last piece of paper I have. hopefully someone finds it.


10 years later this note arrives on a shore in California. A man picks it up and reads it. He recognizes his own hand writing immediately. He rips up the note and throws the bottle out to sea to get swallowed by the waves.

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