like land itself. You do not own them so much as steward them for a while. My grandfather gave my father a line to protect. My father gave it to me. One day, if I am lucky, I will give it to someone after me—not just the acreage, but the understanding that a boundary only means something if you are willing to defend it when defense is inconvenient.
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The Bowers have been good neighbors. Their dog comes onto my side sometimes, a fat yellow lab named Biscuit
