Super blood moon

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My husband took his camera tripod out. I settled in a lawn chair on the patio. His mother called down to us from the bedroom window above. His father watched from the library. Our daughter ran in circles, screeching “blood moon! Blood moon! Blood moon!” like the little heathen she is.

Whatever this is supposed to mean, happy Super Blood Moon to you.

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