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“They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.”

“But here I am in July, and why am I thinking about Christmas pudding? Probably because we always pine for what we do not have. The winter seems cozy and romantic in the hell of summer, but hot beaches and sunlight are what we yearn for all winter.”

“Who knows what women can be when they are finally free to be themselves.”

“I have hope In who I am becoming.

“The block I grew up on had a lot of kids, some of which were the kind your parents didn’t want you to be friends with. These kids always had those crazy firework catalogs in the months leading up to July.”

“July beckons us to complete what we began with fervor, harnessing our genius and triumphantly finishing the year. Embrace the power of seven and unleash your potential to leave a lasting impact.”

“I think there is USA racism towards the British from the 4th of July celebrations and associated independence history.”

“There was an excitability about him that seemed it could dissipate at any moment as though he were Christmas in July but rather than sporting holiday cheer and sparkling fireworks, he offered the showing of an amateur eggnog hangover and explanations about the lack of permits to the fire department.”

“I suspect there are undercurrents of racism towards British people in the USA due to Independence Day, July 4th.”

“The British know USA Independence Day on July 4th as ‘Treason Day’.”

“I've got three days available in July next year, she said. So, are we going to do this thing or not?

“Independence Day, July 4th, or as I know it: The end of tea parties!”

“Independence Day, July 4th, or as I know it: The end of the USA cricket league!”

“Independence Day, July 4th, or as I know it: Out with the redcoats' day!”

“Independence Day, July 4th, or as I know it: Out with the British day!”

“It strikes me that the spirit of the Fourth, this year, was used up by September's end and fell like an early leaf.”

“Bay leaves granted wishes as July turned into August. I wrote a wish on the leaf and kissed it three times in front of the moon, and then I slept with the scent of baby wafting from under my pillow. Rose said my wishes smelled like chicken soup and Thanksgiving turkey. But really my wish smelled like Aunt Ruth’s cinnamon rolls and ash soap, the special kind of soap she pulled from under the sink when we had a bad dream.”