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ABOUT THIS BOOK
Winter is for snowflakes. It’s the season I love best. When I wake up to falling snow, I hurry to get dressed. In simple, lyrical text, a boy expresses his love of winter activities, from bundling up in his winter garb to sledding with his little sister to warming up with a cup of noodle soup. |
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