Since a week or so, the poem of Robert Frost's has been stuck in my head. The mending wall... Brain worm as always and somehow, some conversations with a few people i do not even know, made me realize the most probable why.
Good fences make good neighbors and it is not so much about the fence or the wall but what we fence in or out.
And sometimes in the very attempts at protecting certain things, we let people in who take it as a permission to trample onto whatever you have fenced in, but then you, redefine your fence, and recalibrate and move along. Wall feels rigid a fence feels more flexible but then its subjective ;)
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