Cloth rectangles and pennants are spread across every surface of this workshop. A man, younger than you would think, is hunched over one, a sewing needle in one hand, a loupe over his eye. He concentrates deeply, pricks the flag gently, as if wounding it wounds himself. He stitches it up with the care of a doctor performing heart surgery.
They all say his profession is ridiculous, outdated, unnecessary. They don't understand that he doesn't care.
And they forget that all of theirs will be someday too.
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I used to say that Flag Day was my favorite holiday, simply because it was random, arbitrary, and unique. But really, my favorite holiday is Halloween. I love seeing the kids all dressed up and excited. :)
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