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Fofo Hot off the art pad, by Freddy age 5. “I am friendly,” his winning smile seems to say, but the way he brandishes those claws is reason enough to stay back a few paces. And all his weight is coming down on one toe: is he landing, leaping, shifting, running? You know what I love about kids drawings? I love the way they draw arms and legs without undue concern for symmetry. The 4 limbs portrayed here are barely in the same family of shapes; and the ears: transcendent.

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