Chris is. @offby1@wandering.shop
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I visited the Mother of Exiles today for the first time. It was more emotional than I expected. By and large I don't feel defined by my immigrant identity, but it's always there in the background. Today it felt very real.

A view of the statue of liberty from below and to her right, looking sharply up at her torch hand."The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"The statue of liberty from a departing ship, viewed from her left. The clouds she is looking out at are dark and heavy, but there is a hope of sunlight at the top of the frame.
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