I looked up and there it was. It wasn’t new. It was worn, aged and broken. Perched on top of a hill overlooking the river, it has seen much. It was eager to see me and share its stories. For you see, it has seen many things but rarely has visitors. “Touch me”, it said. I touched the old fence and was transported through time, witnessing family picnics, lovers stealing a kiss in the night, and beautiful sunsets. As I was leaving, it asked that I share it’s story. So go ahead, look real hard. Find your story.
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