My best friend and I met in high school, but we only lived in the same state for one semester. We wrote long letters, talked for hours on the phone, flew on planes to visit each other, and through years of shared experiences, became family. At one point we photocopied all the letters and gave each other books of our own writing. This is the cover I made for Maya’s book when we were 16, back when I only drew in black and white. ??