It took centuries - not that long in the bigger picture. America as a Beautiful Dreamer had a self-satisfied grin for so long. Not a smile but a resolute head-held-high look that if you said "America, if you are happy with yourself come on and give me a smile" then America couldn't help itself and would almost imperceptibly break into a grin. That time between the Revolution and World War II being the time of that stalwart carriage and stalwart grin. And after WWII a smile. The smile of Plenty but also the smile of Ignorance and no Self-Reflection and unearned Pride and then a continuing to smile while things falter and the smile gone in a much shorter time than the grin lasted.
A regression or ascension to the grin of the grave where dreams, beautiful and otherwise, await.
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