I Can Fix That

I have a lot of broken stuff that I'm going to fix some day. I repaired a paper shredder last week. Now I can shred all those papers I've been unwilling to dispose of whole. There is something inherently satisfying in the sounds of a paper shredder at work - chewing up sheets of paper and spitting them out. Coherent thoughts and ideas go in one end, incomprehensible confetti dribbles out the other. I know people whose minds work just like that.

While I was happily shredding away, I came across the following note written across the back of an empty envelope:

"Hand in hand we walk together on the sand, our lives together have begun. We kiss and our hearts join as one, our souls bound together by the sun. What is love? How can we hope to know? A dream ... a feather on the snow."

Hmmm ... what do you do with that? Zzzzzzzzzt! Isn't a shredder a wonderful thing.