“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
Full story: “Flowers in Her Hair”

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