The Trip - from Jackson on Sept. 15

[this is being written by Jackson's Dad]

The following was received two days ago, the first emails directly from Jackson.
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life in the middle of nowhere

dad send this to mom also please

im good i am reading alot and sleeping a bunch i feel like a seal on the beach.
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 im learning so much it hurts my head and gives me headaches. life is pretty basic here we eat, sleep, and fiddle with sails most the time. and a bit of fishing, we caught a mahe mahe of dolphin fish for all you land lovers out there. the sunset and sunrise's are like forest fires burning in the distance with pink lemonade dumped in the upper atomosphere the star are so bright there almost blinding the water is the color of the blue dye u put in ur water or cloths or something. im eating well we have fresh sprouts almost everyday with apple's and other such fresh greens and fruit
as much as i wanna be on land i wanna be out here sailing the winds and riding the huge surf the we can incounter the pacific can seriously be no joke at times it say im gona chew u up and then spit u out and see if you wanna still be here but u just relax and lets it run its course and everything will be fine. other time everthing is in tune the ocean is like a lake the wind has gone for the holiday and the clouds dont exist. its funny cause as the day go by i find my self getting calmmer and more in tune with the boat and see if the boat is still i atomatically move its weird i

i love you all ill be home soon
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