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Poem: Full-Blood Moon

Through the narrow window, the full-blood moon floated in the black water of the bathtub, next to where you laid with your face against the wall sobbing. Pressing my cheek…

Book Thief

 In the summer before third grade, we moved to a small town far from Dayton.  The ramshackle house we rented was across the street from the public library.  With its…