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A few summers ago, my vicinity appeared like a catalog for every attainable variety of flag. Traditional stars and stripes. Historic 1776 flags with circles of stars. Branch-of-provider flags. Rainbow flags. Sports groups. One neighbor even had a lawn flag that only learn: “United for romance of u . s . a .!” with a colossal sunflower. On the floor, it turned into just fabric on poles. But it used to be additionally a row of quiet solutions to a louder question: Who am