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I'm sorry, Mom.
I stayed alive as long as I could, but old age and inattention got me. I died at 59, of starvation, inches from the berry bush. I didn't realize I was hungry.
I brought in more soil, farmed carrots, kept the berries alive. Made a snare, caught a rabbit, made a backpack. I started farm rows for corn and wheat; hopefully the next tenants know what to do with them.
I accidentally dried out the goose pond by the berry farm, so I hunted up rocks and hauled them back in my new backpack. I used them to build a well - it's shallow, but sweet.
I never married. It was a good life, but I'm still sorry I wasn't a daughter.
Your son, Charles Moon
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