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Where I Once Stood

By Teev Handal

The ground beneath my feet
Was once hallowed
A place of striding giants

Jefferson, Hancock, Franklin, Payne
The raw elements
Of the bedrock below

 For more than two centuries
An evolving example
Of peace and power

With shores that welcomed
The humble, wretched, huddled masses
Who seek only to belong

But pride precedes fall
As a flash of insurrection
Brought low what was special

Blood corrupting the land
To bring us off the mount
To join the league of ordinary nations

Writer and photographer since age 7, I took it pro when I turned 21. Freelancing for magazines, newspapers, websites, blogs ever since, my portfolio grew. The publishing industry has changed and I continue adapt. Now, I'm shifting gears and looking for new adventures, both personally and professionally - the two have, frequently, been synonymous.

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