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THe island

Tessa looked out over the ridge. For miles and miles all she could see were trees. She would never find the shore of the island. She couldn’t remember how she got here and certainly didn’t know how she was going to leave. At least she knew, with the waterfall in the distance as her sure proof, there was fresh water here. Tessa knew to drink sparingly lest get some sort of parasitic or bacterial infection from unfiltered water. Maybe she would find some belongings down near the falls. She couldn’t believe she had just dropped down here with nothing other than the clothes on her back.  

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