Sunday, June 19, ‘83

Dear Larry,   

   I’ve felt a calling to write to you for some weeks now, but am now finally taking time to sit down and write. Occasional I think of you, and despite what you may believe (I won’t mind read, however) and despite whether you ever give a thought to me, I do think of you only in a positive and fond way. I had no capacity to recognize your generosity and/or love, or affection and concern when we spent time together – in that galaxy far away and long ago.  I wonder how your life is progressing, which is a curiosity only, and perhaps though as well as an attempt to re-contact you. My last trip to G’vill was August of 1981; as you can see AI don’t return much.  I’m still living in Orlando, thought not the same place, though I’m now a doctoral student in Clinical Psychology at the university of South Florida. in Tampa. I have to complete my move out there at the end of this summer. I’d like very much if you would write and let me know how you are doing or share any thoughts you have that are sharable on yourself, your work, the cosmos, the past, the present, the future. I would like to be at peace with you.

                                                                Elizabeth.