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it was never the finest of its kind. if there are such things as beautiful fences — perfectly-formed purebred specimens — this one would have been considered the runt of the litter. still, it always stood true and held what was it asked to. on tuesday, some brutal burst of god's pitiless breath broke its back. i can't locate the spinal column. but i know i heard the crack at the moment of its unmaking. now the slightest breeze leaves it creaking and reeling. and yet it refuses to fall. it's a lot like me that way.
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