The haven

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By Tressa Eckermann, Senior Staff Writer

Her book is a haven.

It was given to her as a home from those she wanted most to escape,

a home with the prying eyes she could not stand.

 

The haven gave her much adventure.

Through them, she rode a sad, sad train with Anna Karenina, and had taken a savage

All-together life changing journey across the hot Las Vegas desert,

in search of the American Dream

with the Good Doctor.

 

She had seen the terrors of the world with Patrick and Angie,

and had wandered through the Fire Swamp with Wesley and Buttercup.

She had seen the world through the eyes of a sad poet.

 

What a wonderfully strange existence she had created for herself.

One filled with the best of people, a dark adulteress, a brilliant but flawed journalist.

Two PI’s trying to navigate their way through life, a Dread Pirate and his true love.

And a desperate poet.

 

She had been called a book worm so many times,

the word had lost it’s meaning.

She barely batted a lash anymore.

They were just words,

and she had chosen to surround herself with the words of people she admired.

 

She knew who she was.

A girl, a girl who had grown into a woman.

She was a girl who wandered through her haven.

She was a girl who had grown into a woman whose heart and mind was encased

in the hearts and minds

of those she admired most.

in search of the American Dream

with the Good Doctor.

 

She had seen the terrors of the world with Patrick and Angie,

and had wandered through the Fire Swamp with Wesley and Buttercup.

She had seen the world through the eyes of a sad poet.

 

What a wonderfully strange existence she had created for herself.

One filled with the best of people, a dark adulteress, a brilliant but flawed journalist.

Two PI’s trying to navigate their way through life, a Dread Pirate and his true love.

And a desperate poet.

 

She had been called a book worm so many times,

the word had lost it’s meaning.

She barely batted a lash anymore.

They were just words,

and she had chosen to surround herself with the words of people she admired.

 

She knew who she was.

A girl, a girl who had grown into a woman.

She was a girl who wandered through her haven.

She was a girl who had grown into a woman whose heart and mind was encased

in the hearts and minds

of those she admired most.

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