Letters from our family to yours.

The New Colossus
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!

The New Colossus

Mother of Exiles. Today, somewhere between the celebrations, the fireworks and family, take a minute to reflect on who you are.

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