Into a wind that sprung with the fresh energy of a season reborn, flew the greenest of flags. And in that wind they spoke of freedom and danced the language of hope.
Green flags in a bonny hot wind were the sentry palms. I always saw them as a salut to the sea, a welcoming of green after such an expanse of blue.
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