My dad called on his way home from work Thursday evening to let me know that he was driving by the lodge where G and I got married and it was on fire. By the time he got there most of it had already burned down.
It was a beautiful building and I feel awful for the people who worked there. They were very gracious and had helped us plan a very nice event.
At the same time, the thought of it no longer being there is kind of cathartic. It's like nature's way of annulling the marriage.
(Picture by Hans Thoursie.)
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