Originally posted July 18, 2013
Everybody rushed to the railing to take a picture of the Lady. Everybody, not just the tourists.
She was still and forever our promise for a fair, an equal, a just life in a fair, an equal, a just country.
A younger than me but older than young woman, dragging her older than me but younger than ancient mother behind her jockeyed their way closer to the view. Then, in what sounded like Russian, the daughter told her mother to pose with the Lady and quickly snapped several pictures.
Whatever journey that mother and daughter had traveled to that moment, they now had, from those quiet camera clicks, proof of the promise.
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