Flowers in Her Hair

I have never loved a man the way that I have loved San Francisco. Thirteen years ago, in June of '86, I came to this town a tourist. I fell hard. Within two weeks, I had rented a room in a residence club, gotten a job proofreading, and tossed my return ticket to Miami -- all before July 4, which I spent at Crissy Field searching for fireworks in the fog. — Diana Wynne, September 1999

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