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Patriot

By FIRST PERSON | By Alex Magno | January 24, 2006 - 12:00am

Where I was Sunday noon, tears of joy streamed from the eyes of Filipinos. The anthem was sung. The flag was waved. If nationhood was an imagined community, it was imagined with much passion that day. Everybody...

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