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Andrew Galasetti
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in Long Branch, New Jersey, The United States
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These Colors Don't Run
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published
2013
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4 editions
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To Breathe Free
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2015
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Writing away…
I haven’t blogged much here but I’m still writing away!
“Be careful how close you get to someone... It just ends up hurting more than not having no one to love to begin with.”
― These Colors Don't Run
― These Colors Don't Run
“…when you lonely is the best time to pray, to speak to the Lord, and most important, to listen to the Lord…”
― These Colors Don't Run
― These Colors Don't Run
“Papas should be loving their children so much that they cry when they gone. That’s what papas is supposed to do.”
― These Colors Don't Run
― These Colors Don't Run
“The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
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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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
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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“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
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“For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! ”
― Leaves of Grass
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! ”
― Leaves of Grass
