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They came to this country as picture
brides,
their best kimonos carefully folded
in a trunkful of dreams,
clutching a bundle of hope close to the
heart.
Plighting their troth to strangers in
stiff new suits,
casting themselves over the wide green
sea
into the dawn of the unknown.
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Trunkful of Dreams, digital collage
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