the golden door

With silent lips. "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, 1883
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besides using my half dead digital which i used in a pool to take some photos and is now malfuntioning...

I know that the resolution is bad,...
I know i took liberties in post editing.
I did this--because--
1. I soooooooo dislike cars interfernce ..
2. didnt want to highlight what he was wearing.
3. because --i can.
4. its more about--a day--of which --i decided to try and do a series on ' the truth about the dream..'
photos of which--will be presented ...in time...