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The very first fence I ever before reconstructed had been standing only 4 years. On paper it looked penalty, yet the messages went into raw clay without a lick of therapy, the palings were a soft grade full of bark pockets, and the rails were toenailed with brilliant nails that rusted to nothing. When we pulled it apart, it seemed like damp cardboard. That day showed me what every good timber fence contractor eventually finds out: hardwood choice issues, and therapy and gra