My archives are filled with thousands of photos, hundreds of letters, and about forty journals of which I find only thirty-three. All from the 1970s into 1990s. One was from Teresa.
"You're the only one. All the rest are nothing."
I have no idea who she might be, but I have my suspicions.
This might be her.
On the way to Jones Beach summer of 1989.
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