Five decades since I’d seen her, and from a distance, I can see she hasn’t changed much, ever the lady.
Although I know the years haven’t been kind, with grace and elegance her head held high she remained unbowed.
The Lady aged well; yes, there is something about the French.
A reflection of the perfect hostess, welcoming all with dignity and hope.
I stood staring in wonder and awe as I did at thirteen.
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…” Emma Lazarus.
|Lady Liberty Ascii Art (Photo credit: StevenANichols)|
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