Pure Frank

morning comes and the phone rings, and an adventure into delight unfolds with a newfound soul named frank.

my little dog curled at my feet, and the mockingbird trilling outside the window, dancing with my cat, shadow (yes, they really are friends…they do this every morning) and i get to share thoughts and memories and musical moments with a genuine person who is laughing on the end of the phone…

thank you, frank.
your comrade in arms,

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