That’s what my wife’s family, immigrants from Greece who were fleeing the Nazis, malnutrition, and despair, were in search of. First, hope came via soldiers who saved her grandmother from her village. Then it came in the form of a ship, loaded with Greeks who were seeking the same. Then, finally, it came as a cloaked, bronzed lady, holding her flame high for all the world to see.
“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-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” - Emma Lazarus, Ellis Island, Statue of Liberty
-The Old Try
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