Love letter 1973

Gayle was one of those beautiful women who said No after my proposing. As with the others, I was fortunate because Gayle lingered for a delicious while before making the negative apparent

She arrived in a psychedelic bus from New Haven, Connecticut. The tarot cards Gayle read to me in the garden of the red house, Bernal Heights, San Francisco, did not simply predict my future.










Beach adventure on the Pacific astonishingly similar to a Fellini beach scene



To be continued… [ and how]



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