Entries from the diary of Robinson Clouds
March 26, 2020 - I, poor miserable “Robinson” Clouds, being marooned during a dreadful storm in the offing, came to find myself in this dismal place. All the rest of the company being dispersed to who knows where.
All the rest of the day I spent in contemplating the dismal circumstances I was brought to - in despair of any relief, either that I should be devoured by wild beasts, eaten by savages, or starved to death for want of food.
I have vowed to keep a log of my unfortunate isolation, should another find themselves in such straits and be in need of what little guidance I may gather ere the end.
At the approach of night, I slept in an empty cavern spotted up ahead, and lit a fire for fear of wild creatures; but slept soundly, though it rained all night.
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