The moon was sewn into the sky that night — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
The moon was sewn into the sky that night — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
The moon was sewn into the sky that night — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
The moon was sewn into the sky that night — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
The moon was sewn into the sky that night — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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The moon was sewn into the sky that night

— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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