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ELLIS ISLAND

The next morning, we took a ferry from the ship to Ellis Island. My legs wobbled when I stepped on land for the first time in two weeks. Frankie staggered and had to sit down. We followed the line of people into a building. Thousands went through Ellis Island every day, and it looked like they were all in front of us.

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