This old fence is falling . . . down.

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Since I was five, which was exactly twenty-one years ago, there has been a house in my neighborhood with an old wooden fence on the brink of collapse.  It looked like something straight out of a horror film. However, tonight, when I was out for a walk, I noticed that the old fence had miraculously transformed into a new fence.

NOW, WHO SAID THINGS NEVER CHANGE?

In this case, change was twenty-one years in the making. For good, bad or simply indifferent. But, at the end of the day, I have to say, I am missing the old fence. The new fence, standing in its place, just looks like every other fence on the block. And looking like everything else or everyone else, for that matter, is not necessarily a good thing.