His work was part of my childhood and a huge part of my childrens'. I admired him, his work, his mind, his views on children and people, and the way he was unapologetic about all of it. The news of his death has made me sad. Sad that I never wrote him a letter. Or had my boys write one. Sad that people die. Sad that so many people don't care to understand kids and what they are really made of. Sad that art is magic that is so undervalued.
I want to write a letter and draw a picture and let Toby wear his Max suit while it still fits him.
"Her skin and blond hair were such pale shades they looked monochrome." "Her irises were titanium gray, her most striking feature."
"Her toes were pure glass. Smooth, clear, shining glass. Glinting crescents of light edged each toenail and each crease between the joints of each digit."
I have pictures to take and emails to send and I have to make my hair bigger, in the meantime, listen to this. Ana Tijoux does things with the Spanish language that you absolutely do not need to understand to appreciate.
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