
I met him while touring in Brazil. A group of local authors in Rio thought it was important to put us together in a room and just watch what happens. I'm smiling now because my time with him was magic. We sat in the home of a friend of his and share a meal and possibly "billions" of words together. Not kidding.
I always travel with gifts, small tokens that have more cultural significance than monetary value. Before we parted I handed him a gift. He smiled broadly and explained that he also had something for me. I was surprised. It turned out that he and I shared the same custom of gift giving.
Each time we lose one of these brilliant lights, the world feels just a tad dimmer.
I am going to miss you Tartaruga.
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