| Dear Prudence!
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| My words can’t describe how heavy my burden has been during these few months.
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| The rough
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| Sea has delayed our journey back for several days the storm is settling now.
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| And the crew is
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| Hastingly buying and loading cargo. |
| Unfortunately it requires my presence.
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| so I’ll I send this
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| Letter with the captain of the «Capricorn». |
| The last will of my brother,
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| William, has been a saddening
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| Task. |
| To try and sell his estate and belongings. |
| his life’s toil has grieved me
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| as the
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| Memories of him come vividly haunting me I miss home. |
| The ways of the new world
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| are not for me, and
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| Most of all I miss you, I could not believe such hick as I had when i first met
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| you. |
| My endless
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| Dream is that you could be mine to love, I can only wish, though I think
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| hopelessly, that I could
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| Make you even partly as happy as I am with you — if only your father would find
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| it in his heart to
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| Understand our hearts desires over the fact that I am not of noble heir.
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| I wish this voyage of
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| Grief would be over, I wish I was with you even I’m not at home in the joyous
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| eves, dances and
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| Masquerades of the court. |
| Hopefully you haven’t locked your smile behind the
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| door of your room
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| Even when I’m gone. |
| I do hope I am worthy enough to make you smile whence I
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| return, my flame still
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| Burns for you
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| Yours beloving: Antracon |