By the time I'd sorted through all the drawers I'd filled a big cardboard box with papers to burn. There have been sunny intervals today and during one of them I took the box out to the burn site and struck a match. Fires usually give me pleasure; this one didn't.
I am one of the few people still standing who remembers the people whose papers and photos I was burning. I loved some of them- and by this act I have pushed them that much deeper into the shadows.