I know you like to sneak up on me when I’m deep in thought and get a peek at my notes. I’m a bit protective because I don’t want to be made fun of, at times. I know you already suspect I’m doing more than just writing, that I’m bouncing my eye sight between my notebook and yours with raising eyebrows. The whole experience of us with a silent laugh in this crazy meeting feels so special. God knows why but It also feels weird me getting paid for it. I love your beauty and serious moments, your positivity and peace but being humble or as real as you are, my dear, is the best thing you got going for you. Fidel Guerra, Oregon, Dec 23, 2020.