I saw it as I turned the corner, at the end of the street, an open gate. A city block of small white fences, and the final one unlatched. And each day the gate opened closer, one house closer, one house closer, each day I witnessed this.
I know my time is coming. When I will turn the corner, when I will come home, and see that door swung open. When I will walk in, unwelcome, to someone or something, and see a scene I shouldn't. But, until that time, I'll be glad it is only my neighbors and not me.
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