“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!” -Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus” We often refer to the Statue of Liberty as “Lady Liberty” – an endearment, a […]

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