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Stand on a porch at sunrise and watch a flag catch the first breeze. It does not speak, yet it says something every time it moves. That is the quiet power of a piece of fabric on a pole. It turns private convictions into a public hello. It turns history into motion. It turns the question Why fly a flag? Into a story that changes from house to house and hand to hand. I have raised flags in high wind and dead calm, on holidays and on mundane Tuesdays. I have stitched fraye