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“The carousel horses sleep all winter and wake in the spring,” two sisters remember their mother saying. Then one gray-skied February twilight, as they make their way home from school, the girls hear strange whinnying noises coming from the carousel. Could it be that the horses are moving . . . clopping their hooves . . . alive? “Rosenberg’s atmospheric tale is greatly enhanced by LaMarche’s singularly luminous artwork; mist all but lingers on the pages, and his superb use of light and shadow underscores the element of magic threading through the story.”--Publishers Weekly
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Two sisters remember their mother saying, "The carousel horses sleep all winter and wake in the spring." But one gray-skied February twilight, as the girls make their way home from school, they hear strange whinnying noises coming from the carousel in the park. Peeking inside the carousel canvas, the sisters step into the unknown. Could it be that the horses are moving . . . clopping their hooves . . . alive?
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