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After the fire, we had a break-in at the empty house. The burglar seemed intent on finding some valuable document amongst the files we had stashed in my workshop. That helped us realize that we should pick up the pace of shredding old documents. Between paper shredding and file deletion, I have destroyed a lot of old documents in the last few days. The process leaves me feeling melancholy. Why? This poem explores that question.
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