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When I look through my window, I see a brick wall. There is trash in the courtyard and a broken bottle that looks like fallen stars.
There is writing in the halls of my building. On the front door, someone wrote the word Die.
The teacher taught me the word in school. I wrote it in my book. B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. Beautiful! I think it means something that when you have it, your heart is happy.
Excerpted from Something Beautiful by Sharon Dennis Wyeth; illustrated by Chris K. Soentpiet. Excerpted by permission of Doubleday Books for Young Readers, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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