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The Girl on the Train to Auschwitz

The Girl on the Train to Auschwitz It was a strange welcome in a cold drizzling day. I was in Paris for my six …

An Uncertain Life

An Uncertain Life             The small gym was cold and drafty. School had let out an hour ago and we w…

He Built a House

He Built A House He built for her a house of paper, between low and high tide, in the line between th…

Taps

Taps Peter crouched in front of the attic window and gazed down on old man Mueller’s cornfield. The plow, unhit…

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