Author: TiffanyCreek

Dreams and Reality

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Dreaming is essential to living, yet, can a dream ever be fully realized, or fulfilled?  Once it hits the threshold of reality, isn’t it no longer a dream? How long can one sustain living in a dreamland, a world of fantasy, without hitting rock bottom? Aren’t we only setting ourselves up for disappointment with too much hoping and wishing? Mustn’t we all face reality at some point in time?  By the same token, looking back, things are never as bad as they seemed.  Reality can be good, if one just works at it.  But then…

GRB

At Jacob’s Cemetery

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Otherwise known as the Little Cemetery, or Pleasant Valley Cemetery. Few epitaphs inhabit this place of rest, surrounded by a New England stone wall. It is no longer in use, but sits quietly by the side of the road. Inside, it is a world onto its own. One only needs to squeeze through the fence. At this time, it is barely approachable, with all of the snow. Yet remnants of patriotism, and autumn past, still make their presence known.
Otherwise known as the Pleasant Valley Cemetery, few epitaphs inhabit this place of rest, surrounded by a New England stone wall. No longer in use, it sits quietly by the side of the road, inhabiting a world, onto its own. Only need to squeeze through the fence it is barely approachable, in times of snow. Yet remnants of patriotism, and autumn past, still make their presence known.

Sad News

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Bob Simon, at 73 years of age, died as the result of a collision, in New York City.  He was a passenger in the car.

An anchorman for 60 Minutes, Bob joined CBS as a correspondent in 1967.  From the Bronx, he graduated from Brandeis University as a history major and worked in the foreign service before joining CBS.

It is obvious that Bob witnessed the passing of crucial events in our world, and worked faithfully to bring the truth to all people.  An admirable journalist, chronicler of life, Bob will be missed.

To tell a tale

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If we could tell a tale.
Steph.
Rays.
Fenton.

If we could tell a tale, in the glimmer of the ice,
what tale would we tell?
What story would suffice?
Would it be a story, of love, or of war?
Would it be a sad soldier, knocking at the door?
Or a fine maiden, all aglow with delight,
to see that her loved one, made it home
without strife.
Love would endure, in this tale in the ice,
and heal the wounds, in the heart of the knight. GRB