To Touch the Torch of Freedom (An Immigrant Tale)
On the other side was the torch of freedom. All he wanted to do was carry it and share it with his little girl.
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The Liberation of Me
I look around in my box, this place I have built for myself that somehow feels safe. As the storm rages out there I see the beginnings of truth. This box is painful. Each piece of timber laid, each window set, each nail driven a testament to pain.
