By Rebecca Board

Many winters have come and gone since the dream began.

How it started is simple enough, we each became a fan.
A fan of love, a fan of hope and  strange, impossible things;
that “once upon a time” is now, and that bluebirds really sing.
We all believed the fairy tale. What we based our faith upon:
the promise that love never dies and the dream lives on and on.  

Vincent and Catherine on the park bench