My Neighbors Treated My Fence Like It Was Theirs Until I Finally Put a Stop to It

a different color from the last one. Then another shirt. A pillowcase. All in the same approximate spot, all arranged with the same even, deliberate placement that wind does not produce. And I began to understand what was actually going on.

There was a slow, accumulating quality to the realization. It wasn’t a single moment where everything clicked.continue reading …