Welcome

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With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, 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!”

Monday Blues: FYI

MBfyiPoster by Tatyana Fazlalizadeh

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If you or someone you know is in need of help,
or to learn more about depression, warning signs, and treatment options,
call or visit the National Suicide Lifeline:
1-800-273-8255
http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org

In The Cards

InTheCards

A Quiet Walk

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Bailey

BaileyDo you remember being young?

Throw Shade

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Monday Blues: Morpho Deidamia

MBMorphoDeidamiaDo not assume that the state you are currently in is the one in which you will always stay.
Life is more about metamorphosis.

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If you or someone you know is in need of help,
or to learn more about depression, warning signs, and treatment options,
call or visit the National Suicide Lifeline:
1-800-273-8255
http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org