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June 15, 1852

I am currently on a steamboat crossing the Atlantic Ocean. The ocean is so vast! I have never been out of England before getting on this boat, and I am astonished at the beauty of the dark blue waters. The sunlight grazes the ripples, making it glisten. Ah, the beauty of the outside world.
My name is Freya. I am 19 years old, and I compose music. Does that surprise you? Yes, at only 19, I have published perhaps 5 or 6 musical compositions, most of them being instrument and piano accompaniment solos. Many have expressed their “concerns” that a young girl like me wouldn’t, couldn’t get very far in such a profession. I have since proved them wrong. Ha.
However, I do not come by inspiration very easily. I have traveled across England with my composition notebook with me at all times. I must, in order to write down anything my mind thinks of when I get a flash of inspiration. Therefore, I am traveling to America - the land of the free, as I’ve heard. I have also heard about America’s victory over Britain - the supposedly strongest military in the world. Such a victory is no small feat, I assure you. Soon after hearing such, I found myself thinking, ‘Think of all the progress such a strong country could have made since then! Surely America has.’ Hence, my journey.

Ah, I believe we have arrived at the port of New York. I must gather my belongings and head off to this new land. Farewell, to tomorrow.

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