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“When my hunger grew to the point of distraction, I climbed onto buses and rode to the Marina, Fillmore Street, or Pacific Heights. I toured high-end delis, lingering at polished marble countertops and sampling an olive, a slice of Canadian bacon, or a sliver of Havarti. I asked the questions Elizabeth would have asked: which olive oils are unfiltered; exactly how "fresh" was the albacore, the salmon, the sole; how sweet were the season's first blood oranges?”

Quote by Vanessa Diffenbaugh

Book:The Language of Flowers
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The Language of Flowers

This book delves into the rich history and cultural significance of flowers, using them as a metaphor for human emotions and relationships. more

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Vanessa Diffenbaugh
Vanessa Diffenbaugh

Vanessa Diffenbaugh is an American author of novels, born in 1978. Her works are known for their deep character development and engaging storytelling. Diffenbaugh's novels often explore social issues such as the challenges faced by teenagers, family relationships, and identity. more

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