I am writing this to tell you of the terrible troubles I am facing. This may, in fact, be the very last time I able to write to you, my treasured companion. As my pen touches the paper, waves are crashing, smashing, thrashing against the walls of my beloved lighthouse. My only comforts...the gentle hum of my radio and the dancing flames of the warming fireplace. The only hope I have left is that I fall into a peaceful sleep before the final wave arrives at my door.
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