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Letter from Kate Dicamillo
Dear Readers,

Hello from Minneapolis where the world is quiet and still and overcast. I just went out for a walk with my dog, Ramona.

We stayed six feet away from the other people out walking, but we all called "hello" to each other.In this hard time, it is wonderful to greet strangers as friends (even if it is from a distance).

Here are some things I saw on the walk that cheered me: a chalk drawing on the sidewalk of a mermaid, an impossibly small purple flower blooming next to a fence, a woman sitting on her front porch reading a book.

Speaking of books, what a comfort they are in these times!

I feel as if books are literally shining light into my life--just like the sidewalk mermaid and the purple flower, they offer radiance, connection, peace.

I hope that you are well, and reading and finding some measure of comfort in the people and sights around you.

Your friend,
Kate



Kate DiCamillo is an American author whose award-winning children’s books commonly confront themes of death, separation, and loss but whose plots and prose were often exuberant and assured. She won a Newbery Medal in 2004 for The Tale of Despereaux (2003) and another in 2014 for Flora & Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures (2013).

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  1. Unknown28 April 2020 at 02:57

    Such a lovely letter, to find joy in small things.

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