Fordham Preparatory School - Ramkin Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Wish you were here . . . only the beginning and having a wonderful time. time will be memory. a year raced by, a rollercoaster full of good things, i grasped each precious moment, wrapped like some priceless gift from a friend. experiencing the sea, a feeling of mastering the ocean, sliding down the faces of waves, over and over yet never the same. stretching on warm soft sand. the Year passing into memory, crying and laughing, pausing and running, summer will turn to wihter and spring to fall. brian corcoran '76

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I can only watch the length of days grow until I am made to understand that miles are not the soul dividers. Thoughts of time and years filled a million bubbles that we blew into air - they caught the sunlight and held within the light and beauty of days. I saw them, suspended above us. I hoped for a V wind that could hold them in the sky . . . keep them together and strong, stop them from falling and breaking. But the light in the bubbles started to fade as they floated to the ground, breaking moment after moment. The beauty broke and fell dying in wet spots. A world cannot be shattered by this. Life must hold so much more than old loves. Love of life is in each unanswered day. Some day I find bubbles so strong that they cannot be broken on windless days - with nothing holding them but my strength, as they hold me by being strong. Now the uneven pieces must come together to catch the light and beauty in the days of learning and growing. Geoff Dayis '76