Liberty
I stand beneath it; liberty. One hundred and fifty feet, one
inch, a height greater if you include the pedestal. Dauntingly it stands a
constant stare. I see smoke, but it comes not from the torch. There’s trouble
in the city. Noise is heard; chaos envelops the anesthetising authority
instilled by the figure. Its sullen countenance seems to disapprove. They won’t
let us leave the island. Together we are all paralysed, made to view yonder
horror. E pluribus unum.
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