The statue the stands between the port and the beach reminded me of the Statue of Liberty. I imagine her enlightening the world and “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!'”
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