Once in the spare bedroom of an old house I found an old wedding photo of two hippies (or hippie-ish) looking people on a beach, except I think the man's hair might have been longer than the woman's (?) She wore a mini-dress and a shell around her neck. They both had bare feet. It looked so nice, so happy, so optimistic. I asked my mother about it, and she told me that this photo had been taken in the early 70s and that they were distant relatives. These two people were married and had a daughter. But the marriage didn't last. It broke up and the woman moved to Las Vegas, and unfortunately, she was murdered. But somewhere, I have a distant relative, presuming that the girl grew up all right, named Dulcinea.
To Each His Dulcinea
Dulcinea
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