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Show CHRYSALIS ____ „rt„ PAGE 202 -24- The Fourth of July, a day of purest sizzling gold, of hot dogs and cold watermelon in the grass, lemonades and Eskimo pies, wax mustaches and cannon blasts, of wading in the creek in water so clear and cold it makes your teeth ache, and evening fireworks. Enchanted children, barefoot and sunburnt, write their names with sparklers in the summer dark. Fire-flowers bloom in the night driveways, bottle-rockets whistle up the sky and fade. Fountains of fire fly up and break and drip showers of red, white, and blue. I thought that nothing would ever be the same again, and it's true. I indulge in the exaltation of being ALIVE. I know |