She told us stories of getting naked on Broadway and how killing it was to her inhibitions. How life is about flowing through, disintegrating those barriers that create resistance along our tree branch paths. I wrote her a note, told her I'd like to film her story. Across her left chest pocket was a photograph sealed in plastic. I assumed it to be of her father, back when he was alive.

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