Tanked...

Fire. Burn. Fire. Flames. Papers. Burn.

We had fire outside and burned some wood and Amy's papers from last year. Her junior papers went up in flames. C'est la vie. Here today and gone tonight.

I am tired. Down. Tanked and going to bed.

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