Ellis Island. On Ellis Island we saw the name of my son's great grandfather etched into plaque 122.
We also saw the parts of the building that look so well built from the outside, yet obviously rotting on the inside. Whether there was poetic symbolism here, or just a sample of things the way they are, I couldn't say. I took a few shots of the broken windows with feral plants reclaiming the land.
Whatever it all means, we still live in the greatest nation on the planet.
Now instead of trying to export that greatness though force and foolish evangelism, we do it by just living the good life and make people want to emulate or emigrate, the world may one day, a few lifetimes from now, but one day, get it. -30-
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