Now we are at sea, isolated in our lifeboats.
So the rafts of Sanctuary are symbolic.
No real refugees cross great seas
with Grandma hanging clothes on a tiny raft.
Most travel on boats so crowded…
… that despite bravery…
…some sink.
Still, we arrive through rough waters.
How do we do it?
Some can hold on.
And some must be pulled from the sea.
This is the final piece in Sanctuary Part Two.
I had thought the rafts were complete.
Now I want the last work to honor
those who rescue others.
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