A story to tell?

Dropped by a passing pub goer last night?

Thrown off by an over heated jogger to be forgotten in a rush to that invisible finish line?

A gap in a washing line in a nearby garden?

Or maybe there's a Norwegian looking forlornly westward where she last saw it in the grasp of the wind as they danced off into the sunset together.


Could this fence be it's final chapter or is there a mystery yet to unfold?



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