Date: 14/6/2001 CE
Location: Boston College, Chestnut Hill, MA

Salutations,

It is with a heavy heart that I bend quill to paper this eve. I fear that this may be my last letter for a while. The path that I have found, must be illuminated. I must see what there is to see on this dark road, but I know I will come though to the dawn on the following morning.

I do not want you to worry, my own body shall be protected in this task, and I quake for my own mind if I do not see my way to the final answers. However this next leg of my journey will take me far a field, and while I know that a great many wonders I shall encounter there, a mailbox, will not likely be one of them.

My thoughts are with you all on this your day of triumph and I have no desire to remove any joy from this moment. It seems well fated as you take your ships to your new shores, I too take mine.

This traveler must depart, my horse is saddled and waiting. Do not fear, to a triumphant ring of applause the bard shall return.

When I cannot say.

Until then,

Your humble servant,

Z Graves

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