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- Description is exactly "One sunny day in January 1944 I was woken up by the sudden blare of a bugle in the early morning. Later that day, as we breathed the mountain air in front of the library, it pierced the silence again. I recall the sun angling down onto the flagpole as the flag was slowly raised, as it flapped gently in the breeze. All eyes looked up, drawn to a symbol of the freedom we had been longing for."
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