Dreams Underfoot by Charles de Lint
☆×/ ༺ 𒆜The Spirit of the City𒆜 ༻ \×☆ "She haunts the city's streets at night -- just as she haunts my mind. I know her now. She's like a rose bush grown old, gone wild; untrimmed..." "She's the spirit that connects the notes of a tune..." "Not a ghost, but a spirit all the same; the ...
