Dearest Ingrid: Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. Not a day goes by that I don't think to call you about something. I was shooting the dyke march Saturday and I remembered all the photos of you with your pals at those marches. I kept looking for your face in the crowd. I kept thinking of how we might cut the footage. I kept thinking...Ingrid...where did you get to my pal? And today I saw a bumper sticker that said: "Accordions are illegal. It's the law." And I laughed thinking I could share that with you. I miss you, Ingrid. Yer pal, Margo
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Dearest Ingrid:
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. Not a day goes by that I don't think to call you about something. I was shooting the dyke march Saturday and I remembered all the photos of you with your pals at those marches. I kept looking for your face in the crowd. I kept thinking of how we might cut the footage. I kept thinking...Ingrid...where did you get to my pal? And today I saw a bumper sticker that said: "Accordions are illegal. It's the law." And I laughed thinking I could share that with you. I miss you, Ingrid.
Yer pal,
Margo
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