Yesterday I saw a gate that I had never noticed before. It was unremarkable: waist high, its metal mesh topped with two simple coils. It was painted black.
Did we used to have a gate?
Yes, it was in our front yard. It had a heavy latch that fastened to our fence. We swung on it until we were too heavy, until the gate dragged in the dirt and dug a deep rut.
Did it swing on two hinges?
It did. We bent the pin with our weight and it scraped inside of the barrel. The whole hinge was wretched apart one day, when we pushed our little brother back and forth between us, faster and faster, his red sneakers clinging to the lower bar.
Did we break it?
After that, the gate sagged on its lower hinge, held upright by its own rut. We fastened the latch and didn’t use it again. We came and left through the driveway instead.
Invisible
La Giraffa 
Thanks for all your great posts! I just wanted to let you know I nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award.
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Wow! Thank you! I don’t know what the Sunshine Blogger Award is. How can I find out more about it (and nominate you back 🙂 )?
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It’s all about paying it forward! Just copy the instructions in my post, answer the questions I asked you, come up with 11 new questions and nominate 11 other blogs. 😁 Use my post as a template and it will be easy!
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Ok, thanks! Will do.
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Hello. How are you? I enjoyed reading your blog. You have such beautiful words. Look forward to reading more.
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Hello! Thank you for reading. I’ve also enjoyed reading your posts and will have to try out those caramel cookies some day!
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