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I've always, for some very odd reason, been intrigued by gates, fences, barbed and razor wire. I'm not sure if it was my vivid imagination of what was hidden on the other side that kept me so fascinated, or how safe I would feel being protected by such a barrier. I think its actually an equal mix of both. I could expand further on this and speak through metaphors or attempt to connect emotional strings to my childhood as a psychologist may, but instead, I'll let the photos speak and the words I've already written be the beginning and the end.

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