My mother had a dream about Marty and it went like this:
Marty was swimming in the canal against the currents which are continuous, strong and unseen, Though without delay he made his way to the slippery embankment and climbed up to the path.
I told my mom to hold on to that image, that strength that she saw in her son, he made it out and he was on the path, the solid ground.
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