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.
What I am seeing
#spring
#moth
#wet #spring #rain
#discgolf w/ the crew
I'm taking you to school! As in grade school art class.
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