At the Twilight’s Last Gleaming

Without watermelon, without hot dogs, without Auntie Eva’s cracked tennis court, without fireworks and without family…I celebrated my country yesterday.  Through Matt and Heather, I was invited to a 4th celebration for American ex-pats in the area, and I was shocked to show up to the park and see about a hundred men, women, and children, speaking my language, playing baseball, and wearing red, white, and blue Old Navy t-shirts.  I was so happy I almost cried.  I remember my Mom used to buy

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