Upon reflection, I guessed at the meaning of my dream. My life was like an endless journey. I had no sight of my destination. I only knew I had to survive from mile to mile. In the sea of life, mysterious things surfaced to meet me. They could be causes for concern, but only for brief periods of life. Life, like the sea, has currents which would carry the things away. They were small incidents and episodes which moved away.
Photo prompt on woman and child in boat.
My collage on a woman in a boat.
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