Eddy lived next door. He was under 5 feet tall, less than 90 pounds, and for many years, in a state of chronic heart failure. He was a very quiet man. I was captivated by his hands, claw-like and skeletal. They spoke in a language of gesture, as a conversation in an alphabet of bones.
I asked him if he would model for me for a photographic study. He looked quite stern at that, but I could tell he was secretly pleased, specially to be appreciated for his physical self when his body was failing him badly. He agreed, and I remember him saying, willingly vulnerable, "use me any way you like."
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