cemetery for Ann Hodge
You were my girlfriend, psychological advisor and psychic hear in the
difficult upstart of American Pictures on the East Coast. In
those years I drove enormous stretches and was always tired and
exhausted, when I came back to New York. But no matter how late it was
in the night, you were always standing ready there with warm teas,
massage and warm affectionate love. Since I couldn't myself find
energy to distribute my book, you offered to take the job as my book
distributor. That was to become your death. After what I was later
told you were hit by a car on the way to the post office with the
books in the spring 1985. I was terribly done in, but for years I felt
we continued our communication where ever you were in the hereafter.
And my thoughts continues to drift back to you. I miss you!
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