Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free...
Those beautiful words are inscribed at the base of the Statue of Liberty on Ellis Island. They mean more to me today than when I read them years ago and it sent chills up my spine. Today, I feel the yearning -- the yearning to be free, the yearning to do what every immigrant who came to America felt, and feels.
I want to go home. I want to be in America and ne'er return.
Friday, March 14, 2008
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