ISLANDS OF CONFLICT

Our neighbour steals our land.  The destructive bashes she hosts can last for days, though late at night the bass eventually lulls us to sleep.  On sunny days we inhabit the pathways bordering our common boundary.  Some poach her fish.  Others leave their trash at her front door.  My children throw stones.  I cannot stop the dog from transgressing while chasing down seagulls.  Nor can we erect a boundary fence, at least not one that will last very long.  Disputes about overhanging trees are rare, though the local ordinances discourage overshadowing development these days.
The ocean is a tolerant neighbor.

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