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Excerpt from Under the Almond Trees

From Chapter 5: San Francisco 1861 After tossing and turning to the accompaniment of nature's crescendo one January night, I am awakened by a kiss on my forehead, his luxurious mustache tickling by skin. Still dreaming, I murmur, "Jacob." A sharp exclamation replaces the soft warmth of the kiss. I force my eyes open and… Continue reading Excerpt from Under the Almond Trees