Someone is watching a girl through a telescope. I;m chasing chasing you that way holding a scarf. The girl is playing with her dog and having a beautiful time. The waves are crashing against the shore. It is a beautiful place. My house is right there on top of the hill. The woman gets to wear a "whatcha macall it" but I don't get to wear anything. The woman in the picture is a second Teresa. The air smells like eggs and it also smells like saltwater from the ocean. The woman feels happy playing with her dog. The woman feels un-shard-she is barefooted. She is being chased. The photo is in black and white most likely taken in 1902. It looks like Cuba. There is a crashed boat out on the water. A man-made wooden boat. She is alone with her dog. She probably has a hotel room on top of the hill.