• @Custoslibera
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    711 months ago

    “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!”

    Immigrants built America. No one works harder to make a country better than the people who know how much worse it can be.