Sunday, April 24, 2011


It had faded from it's cedar red and sweet scent, but the fence still stood tall and strong. The fenced in backyard offered security for my two year old and privacy from the peering eyes of the neighbors. Everything should have been perfect, but it had all gone horribly wrong. The worst part was that I would never know who left the gate open.

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