Dear Mom, I am writing to you from The Great Wave off Kanagawa. I have been traveling seas of Asian for a couple months now, and a harsh storm has hit our path. Waves reach over our small boats around twenty feet high. I need to find land, our food source is low and we have no water. The constant wind and crashing of waves screams in my ears. I miss you, I want to go back home. Our ships are small, and the storm is wild. I hope to see you soon.
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