This year I spent my Independence Day with my family in Brownsville, Oregon. On my way out to watch the fireworks in Pioneer Park, I saw one of the paper flags that the firemen were handing out. It was laying on the ground and ripped from its tiny pole. I picked it up, promptly forgot about it, and when I pulled it out of my pocket this morning I thought that this little paper flag said something meaningful about our country and the world we live in.
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