They picked a year to unroll something. Wrapped in flags. Whispered through parades.
Starts on a day for the fallen. Ends on a day for the free.
And in between?
Movements.
Military choreography.
Old systems creaking.
New ones humming under the noise.
Trump signs the paper. The clock starts ticking. July 4th isn’t a finish line. It’s a launchpad.
Treasury’s moving different. The Fed’s breathing shallow. The people? Tired. Awake. Ready.
This doesn’t feel like a celebration. It feels like a reset disguised as a birthday.
But not the cold kind. Not dystopia.
Something cleaner. Something older than the buildings in D.C. Older than the ink on the Constitution.
Like the soul of the country is coming back online.
Quietly.
Deliberately.
Beautifully.
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