Flagging one’s intentions

Posted on January 31, 2011

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It’s fluttering in the breeze, up there beside the gum tree. It’s flapping in the cold wind, mocking me, goading me, maybe trying to shame me.

It’s flagging its intentions in red, white and blue.

Here’s a story The Age ran just over two years ago.

Flagging one’s intentions

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