I was walking down the main street of the middle block of Point Reyes Station in the fall of 1969, open to any suggestions, mine or otherwise. I’d finished work for my master’s degree in creative writing at San Francisco State in 1968 and been accepted into the Writer’s Workshop at the University of Iowa on . . .

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