I'm not going to get into the ins and outs of it, but I'm enmeshed in a neighbourhood dispute about the hole in the fence near our house. It may be closed for a time in the near future, between the contracting company's visit and the vandals' revenge.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.
It's a major inconvenience, and the means by which it may be done a source of deep anger. But I will remember my Frost and try to take the long view.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
And I must remember to be charitable to my opponents. ;-)
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