I Am Francis – Reed Rvenrick

Yes, I’m Francis wandering spring fields and blossoming orange groves—not Italy this time ‘round the existential merry- go-round, but reincarnated, as some say, here on a peninsula of similar shape, if smaller size, but still reminding of the sun-lit miracle beheld in this life of sub-tropical light and trees and Saint Augustine’s grass, and even the trick of how my …