I’m grateful for this gate in particular, made by a friend many years ago, representing layers of gratitude: for what lies on both sides of it, the yard and the wild beyond, for boundaries between, for history and memories, for lions, for friends. I’m grateful for gates in general, for having enough, for being able to close and open them at will.
Wow—what a thing of beauty, in a place of beauty.
A fabulous gate
What an elegant post. All day I enjoyed thinking about boundaries and what they are and what they imply. Thank you.
Oh thank you!
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