When one lives abroad in a foreign country, a piece of their heart always wears an empty space, a longing for that distant place. America is a land of immigrants and so many of these in a sense live in two worlds, as though they are a giant stretching across a large body of water with a foot on each island.
They came from deformed borders; they’ve traversed barbed wire boundaries. They’ve crawled on crooked highways, and crossed misty mountains. They brought with them the world and were marginalized into corners and crevices. They dreamed of fortune but subsisted on substandard conditions. They struggled to the last dying breath of each day and continue to come and to hold America to its true promise of freedom.
Dreams are our fears, desires, worries, longings, and thoughts that are buried in our subconscious, but perhaps they are something more. Perhaps they are the kingdom of unborn tomorrows.
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