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29 The Country That We Love Before the stand that sold peaches and sweet corn in the summer, someone had stood up a mannequin, dressed in a gold lamé bikini and red wig with tiny American flags in each hand that undulated in the breeze, and I thought, isn’t this the country that we love, isn’t this perspective of clouds and despair deeper than usual, vultures circling lazily in the distance, as if at the end of a long tunnel. At the end of the day, it rains through some sunlight. Birds gather. They gather and swarm and make their biometric shapes against a white sky. ...

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