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We've all drawn on fogged-up windows - did we draw octupii or tropical fish? When we went to the top of the Empire State Building did we hurry into the Observatory only to find it swathed in fog - zero visibility? Did we meet a cheerfully, impish cloud who introduced us to his friends? Then, when the strengthening sun burnt off the fog, did we jump on that friendly cloud which floated us off to Sector 7, where clouds are made? My eyes & mind always enjoy a David Wiesner book & this one will make a great gift.
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