The word went out. Of course, she’d never really been away. She had always been there, in our hearts and in our minds and in everything we thought and did.
The last few years had been tough. Many had suffered. We clung on to the hope that she would one day return to guide us out of these dark times.
Now she stood looking down on us, silhouetted against the dusk, Lady Liberty, unbowed and impassive, her guiding light raised aloft.
She had survived, and she was ready to pick up the torch once more, a beacon in our darkest hour.