Spilled Milk Broken Vases and Misplaced Treasures: Scant fragments... A Collection of Heirloom Memories...

Mopped and cleaned; of spilled milk . . . Gathered and glued; of a broken vase . . . Lost and found; of a misplaced treasure . . . . My name is Francis. I am an Ancient of old a Storyteller a Keeper of a hearts cherished heirloom memories. I am neither a muse nor an angel guardian of souls or otherwise. I reside nowhere but linger where needed for as long as the need be. I have existed for a long time. The whole of my existence is to find hearts that share a breathing soul. Hearts that shelter and guard their lives stories like precious jewels yet yearn to be shared; stories that give account; of love; given and received; of the sacrifices made with boldness or fear--be it wrong or right. Through the daily struggles . . . of walking through fires leaping unbelievable mountains overcoming temptations keeping from drowning in a world already confounded and in much conflict. Adler and Dulcenia Havnejgerdes lives were entwined from the very beginning; they together tidied and cleaned spilled messes gathered and glued broken pieces and in the dark found that which was once misplaced given up for lost.