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

That evening I sat on my back porch with a beer, looking at the fence line in the last of the afternoon light, and felt something I hadn’t felt in weeks. Not quite relief and not quite satisfaction. Something more like the specific calm of a person who has found the right tool for a problem and used it correctly. Quiet. Settled. Done.

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