I hope to Kiss Her in the Sky as I do here with You, Guido.
Even more than before, today, the loss of Christine of the Words of Light hurts. There's a
break-in into my heart. Outside it's appropriately very cold and the tree leaves and my heart
are pinched, drawn into themselves. Still, just like Christine, there are buds of life, smiling
right there in the center of the leafy earthy growth. Today it's best I listen to her words:
go make art. Thank you Christine Tarantino.
John Held jr 2gether with Christine Tarantino