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INTERNATIONAL FINE ARTS COLLEGE OF FASHION
1737 NORTH BAYSHORE DRIVE « MIAMI, FLORIDA 33132 » TELEPHONE: 373-4684
Monday evening, August 29, 1966...at home, 4736 North Bay Road
Miami Beach, Florida
Dear Ivan,
This is a personal letter. I would hope that you would -read it,
destroy it and acknowledge it. It takes much courage to write it, for
it is a most unpleasant subject.
A vision concerning you haunts me. I have had dreams before,
which later came true. But I have never had a waking vision or picture.
I am not psychic or a visionary, but I do have a vivid imagination.
In my mind pene appeared, five days ago, a picture of a young man.
He is killing you. I think he is shooting you. He is up close, in a
crowd, and standing slightly below you, facing you. You are in a public
place. You are speaking. Where...I don't know. It could be other than
Atlanta, or the South. The young man kills you.
His face is so clear before me. His skin is fresh and clear and
his complexion is naturally tanned or brunette. He is a young white man
of 25 to 28 years of age. He has a fresh, open face. He has dark eyes
(or so they seem). He has thick, straight, rich brown hair..long on top
and close cut over the ears. He has deep dimples or a mole on his cheek.
His lips are parted. His eyes are rather close set. He has a full
(almost fat) nose that is straight, with full lips always slightly parted.
He wears a clean, white shirt open at the throat with no tie. His
trousers are nondescript. He has a chunky, stocky build. I am behind
you (though really not there) and all I see is this young man's face...
open and listening. And he kills you. or tries to.
That's all I saw---all I know.
Edward would be disturbed if he knew that I wrote this letter
to you, Ivan. Perhaps this was just a very bad dream on my part and
I am being quite foolish to relate it to you. But the terrible feeling
stays with me that what I have described has either happened to you,
or will happen to you within the next three years at the most.
At the risk of losing your respect, your friendship and your
affection, I am compelled to write this to you.
Take care of your dear self and know that Edward and I count
you as a wonderful friend.
God love you.
Mrs. Edward Porter