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I'm always careful to latch the garden gate when I pass through. Not that there's anything here anymore needing kept in or out. Our lives are crisscrossed by the barriers we put up that have outlived any useful function. Still, we keep them there, because we like the way they look, or perhaps because we are afraid of some bear we've never seen.

Not that your average gate would be of much use warding bears.

Henry's books.

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