The contractor arrived at eight on Monday morning with a small excavator, two laborers, and the kind of confidence that usually worried me.<\/p>\n
He walked the pond bank slowly, pushing a steel probe into soft ground.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis section has been washing out for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve patched it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did the first work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably thirty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
He whistled softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it did pretty well.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
Daddy would have liked that assessment.<\/p>\n
Travis had already left for a client meeting. He had offered to stay for the contractor, then stopped halfway through the sentence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve got it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
That interaction no longer felt symbolic.<\/p>\n
Just normal.<\/p>\n
The crew began digging near the northern edge of the pond.<\/p>\n
Around ten, one of the laborers called me over.<\/p>\n
\u201cMa\u2019am, is this yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
He held a rusted metal stake with a flattened cap.<\/p>\n
I wiped mud away.<\/p>\n
Stamped into the top were survey numbers.<\/p>\n
The contractor crouched beside the hole.<\/p>\n
\u201cOld boundary marker maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
The current boundary stood farther away.<\/p>\n
He shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould be an old parcel line.\u201d<\/p>\n
I photographed it.<\/p>\n
Then called the surveyor who had worked on the newer parcel acquisition.<\/p>\n
He asked for the numbers.<\/p>\n
A few hours later he called back.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat marker is from an older subdivision survey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLate eighties.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore Daddy combined parcels?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded ordinary.<\/p>\n
Then he added, \u201cThere\u2019s a note attached to the original survey record.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat note?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccess reservation.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivate access corridor. I\u2019d need to pull the original plat.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Years after the financial investigation ended, the phrase access corridor still had the power to tighten my shoulders.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this a problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not. Let me check.\u201d<\/p>\n
Probably.<\/p>\n
The most dangerous word in paperwork.<\/p>\n
I called Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Not because I believed a crime was hiding beneath the pond.<\/p>\n
Because I had learned that unclear property records deserved attention before assumptions.<\/p>\n
She laughed when I told her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve become my favorite kind of client.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe kind who asks before panic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m panicking a little.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. Controlled panic.\u201d<\/p>\n
By afternoon, the surveyor emailed the plat.<\/p>\n
The old access corridor ran from what had once been a county road across part of Daddy\u2019s original acreage toward the pond.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would anyone need access to the pond?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca said, \u201cCould have been drainage, utility access, previous parcel rights. We need the source document.\u201d<\/p>\n
The source was in Daddy\u2019s estate box.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
That evening, Travis came home to find papers spread across the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
He removed his jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not convincing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOld survey issue.\u201d<\/p>\n
His shoulders relaxed slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot bank?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot fraud?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave me a look.<\/p>\n
\u201cBad joke.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I showed him the map.<\/p>\n
He leaned over without touching anything.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s the marker?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNear the pond bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the access for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He studied the old plat.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould\u2019ve been for the back parcel Daddy bought later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis line used to hit the old Miller tract.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked closer.<\/p>\n
He was right.<\/p>\n
Daddy had bought three acres from the Millers before I was born.<\/p>\n
The current property looked like one shape because I had always known it that way.<\/p>\n
The old survey showed pieces.<\/p>\n
Travis said, \u201cYour dad probably extinguished the access when he bought the other parcel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he caught himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe is fine when we\u2019re actually checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Progress could be ridiculous.<\/p>\n
The next morning Rebecca called.<\/p>\n
She had located the record.<\/p>\n
The access corridor had not merely been extinguished.<\/p>\n
Daddy had purchased it deliberately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe strip was never necessary for him to reach the pond. He already had access. The easement benefited the neighboring parcel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why buy it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo remove outside access across your property.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout a year after your mother died.\u201d<\/p>\n
That date mattered.<\/p>\n
Mama\u2019s death had changed Daddy.<\/p>\n
Not dramatically.<\/p>\n
He still worked.<\/p>\n
Still joked.<\/p>\n
Still fixed things.<\/p>\n
But he became more deliberate about the future.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he pay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery little.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd why would that matter now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt probably doesn\u2019t legally. The right was terminated decades ago. But there\u2019s correspondence attached.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Daddy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca sent the scanned letter.<\/p>\n
I recognized his block handwriting immediately.<\/p>\n
The document was addressed to the attorney handling the easement release.<\/p>\n
One paragraph was practical.<\/p>\n
He wanted no third party retaining access near the pond or house.<\/p>\n
The next was personal.<\/p>\n
My daughter may keep this place one day. I want the boundaries simple enough that nobody can tell her something is theirs just because she never checked the paper.<\/p>\n
I read it once.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
My eyes blurred.<\/p>\n
Travis found me at the table when he came home.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the screen toward him.<\/p>\n
He read Daddy\u2019s note.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
For several seconds he said nothing.<\/p>\n
Then he sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe really thought of everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
Enough.<\/p>\n
Daddy had no idea what would happen thirty years later.<\/p>\n
He did not know Darren.<\/p>\n
He did not know Marlowe.<\/p>\n
He did not know his future son-in-law would treat ownership as negotiable.<\/p>\n
But he understood something fundamental.<\/p>\n
Ambiguity creates opportunity for people who benefit from ambiguity.<\/p>\n
So he removed it where he could.<\/p>\n
Clear deed.<\/p>\n
Clear boundary.<\/p>\n
No mortgage.<\/p>\n
No access rights.<\/p>\n
No competing ownership.<\/p>\n
Simple paper.<\/p>\n
Travis read the sentence again.<\/p>\n
Nobody can tell her something is theirs just because she never checked the paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told myself the house was basically mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause we were married.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I depended on you not checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe not consciously.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think it was conscious enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
That honesty no longer surprised me.<\/p>\n
It still mattered.<\/p>\n
The pond-bank work continued for three days.<\/p>\n
The old marker did not change the repair.<\/p>\n
The contractor reset the slope.<\/p>\n
Added stone.<\/p>\n
Improved drainage.<\/p>\n
The practical problem ended exactly where it began.<\/p>\n
Mud.<\/p>\n
Water.<\/p>\n
Engineering.<\/p>\n
But I kept Daddy\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
Not in the evidence box.<\/p>\n
In the estate file.<\/p>\n
It belonged to a different category.<\/p>\n
Intent.<\/p>\n
That weekend Travis and I walked the pond.<\/p>\n
The repaired bank looked raw.<\/p>\n
New stone.<\/p>\n
Fresh earth.<\/p>\n
No grass yet.<\/p>\n
Travis nudged one rock with his boot.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt looks like construction.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGive it time.\u201d<\/p>\n
We kept walking.<\/p>\n
At the old marker location, I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s strange.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy bought an easement because he wanted to remove someone else\u2019s right to cross.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd we spent years learning that relationships need access without entitlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Travis smiled slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like something Dr. Morris would charge us two hundred dollars to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked across the pond.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it fits.\u201d<\/p>\n
It did.<\/p>\n
Access could be given.<\/p>\n
Access could be withdrawn.<\/p>\n
Access did not mean ownership.<\/p>\n
A key.<\/p>\n
An account.<\/p>\n
A marriage.<\/p>\n
A road.<\/p>\n
The principle repeated itself everywhere once I learned to see it.<\/p>\n
A few weeks later, the grass began returning to the pond bank.<\/p>\n
The contractor sent the final invoice.<\/p>\n
I paid from my property account.<\/p>\n
Travis did not ask the cost until our financial meeting.<\/p>\n
Not because it was secret.<\/p>\n
Because it was not his account.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much was the pond repair?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told him.<\/p>\n
He winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cWorth it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen good.\u201d<\/p>\n
No lecture.<\/p>\n
No berries.<\/p>\n
No washing-machine logic.<\/p>\n
Just information.<\/p>\n
After the meeting, he mentioned a possible equipment purchase for his company.<\/p>\n
I asked questions.<\/p>\n
He answered.<\/p>\n
We did not agree on whether it was necessary.<\/p>\n
That was fine.<\/p>\n
His partners would decide.<\/p>\n
I no longer needed every opinion to become authority.<\/p>\n
That summer, the development company sent another proposal.<\/p>\n
Not for land.<\/p>\n
This time for temporary construction access.<\/p>\n
Six months.<\/p>\n
Payment.<\/p>\n
Restoration obligations.<\/p>\n
Insurance.<\/p>\n
I read it.<\/p>\n
Called the attorney.<\/p>\n
Negotiated conditions.<\/p>\n
Then said yes.<\/p>\n
Travis did not participate until I asked him to review traffic impact because he understood equipment movement better than I did.<\/p>\n
He suggested changing the hours.<\/p>\n
I agreed.<\/p>\n
The contract was revised.<\/p>\n
I signed.<\/p>\n
Another transaction involving property.<\/p>\n
Another signature.<\/p>\n
My hand.<\/p>\n
My decision.<\/p>\n
No fear.<\/p>\n
I began to appreciate how ordinary consent should feel.<\/p>\n
No drama.<\/p>\n
No trembling.<\/p>\n
No one waiting to see whether you would ruin somebody else\u2019s plan.<\/p>\n
Just information.<\/p>\n
Choice.<\/p>\n
Signature.<\/p>\n
Done.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, while the construction access was active, a site supervisor approached Travis near the workshop.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Hale, can we move a truck through the east gate tomorrow morning?\u201d<\/p>\n
Travis turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk June.\u201d<\/p>\n
The supervisor looked mildly confused.<\/p>\n
Travis added, \u201cShe handles property access.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not owns.<\/p>\n
Not controls.<\/p>\n
Handles.<\/p>\n
A practical description.<\/p>\n
The man asked me.<\/p>\n
I checked the schedule.<\/p>\n
Said yes after nine.<\/p>\n
That was it.<\/p>\n
Later I told Travis, \u201cYou didn\u2019t say I own it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDidn\u2019t seem necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
Exactly.<\/p>\n
The truth had become ordinary enough not to require correction unless correction was needed.<\/p>\n
That was progress I had not anticipated.<\/p>\n
At first, after everything happened, I needed ownership spoken aloud.<\/p>\n
My house.<\/p>\n
My land.<\/p>\n
My decision.<\/p>\n
Those words rebuilt a boundary that had been erased.<\/p>\n
Years later, the boundary could remain solid without constant announcement.<\/p>\n
That felt safer.<\/p>\n
Not weaker.<\/p>\n
In August, Rebecca retired.<\/p>\n
Not fully.<\/p>\n
She called it \u201cstrategic reduction of exposure to clients like you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou love me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do. From a distance.\u201d<\/p>\n
We met for lunch.<\/p>\n
She handed me a small folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCopies of the final property-related documents I think you should retain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarlowe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDarren?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly the essential disposition.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything I don\u2019t already have?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the folder.<\/p>\n
Inside was the original letter from Marlowe confirming no authorized debt.<\/p>\n
The final clean title report.<\/p>\n
And a copy of Daddy\u2019s old easement termination.<\/p>\n
Rebecca pointed to his handwritten note.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought that belonged with you, not in my archive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ran my thumb along the copied handwriting.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what I remember most about the first day you came into my office?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept insisting you weren\u2019t financially vulnerable.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were offended.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI owned a house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought that meant I couldn\u2019t be vulnerable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think vulnerability is about access, not net worth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a good answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you remember thinking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you were in more danger than you understood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you think Travis was dangerous?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinancially?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt that moment, potentially.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPersonally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca took time.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe became more honest than many people do when their self-image collapses.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was not praise exactly.<\/p>\n
I liked it better because of that.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that mean you think I was right to stay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means I understand why you chose what you chose.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
People had stopped asking whether I should have left.<\/p>\n
Maybe because enough years passed.<\/p>\n
Maybe because our marriage no longer looked fragile from the outside.<\/p>\n
But I never wanted anyone\u2014including Rebecca\u2014to convert my outcome into a recommendation.<\/p>\n
I stayed because the facts of my marriage changed enough for me to want to stay.<\/p>\n
Another person could face similar facts and choose differently.<\/p>\n
Both decisions could be right for the people making them.<\/p>\n
That was part of agency too.<\/p>\n
On the way home, I stopped at the cemetery.<\/p>\n
I placed no flowers.<\/p>\n
Daddy disliked cut flowers.<\/p>\n
He called them \u201cpretty things already dying.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat beside the headstone.<\/p>\n
Told him about the easement marker.<\/p>\n
Not because I believed he could hear.<\/p>\n
Because speaking helped organize memory.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really were a pain about paperwork,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Wind moved through the grass.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
Then added, \u201cYou were right.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stayed ten minutes.<\/p>\n
Maybe fifteen.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, I touched the stone.<\/p>\n
At home, Travis was repairing a mower belt.<\/p>\n
He looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019d you go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCemetery.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s Raymond?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill judgmental.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I handed him Rebecca\u2019s retirement card.<\/p>\n
He read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe really wrote \u2018Stay out of trouble\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo you or me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
We laughed.<\/p>\n
That evening the pond reflected a red sunset.<\/p>\n
Fresh grass covered most of the repaired bank.<\/p>\n
The old survey marker had been reset just beyond the new stone.<\/p>\n
Not because it established a current boundary.<\/p>\n
Because I wanted to preserve where it had been.<\/p>\n
A relic of an older map.<\/p>\n
Proof that lines can change without becoming meaningless.<\/p>\n
I stood beside it.<\/p>\n
Travis came up behind me.<\/p>\n
Not too close.<\/p>\n
\u201cDinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the marker.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keeping that forever?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSentimental.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDocumentary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame thing with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
Maybe.<\/p>\n
I had spent years preserving proof because proof kept me safe.<\/p>\n
Now some things remained because memory deserved shape.<\/p>\n
Not evidence against anyone.<\/p>\n
Evidence of where we had been.<\/p>\n
I followed Travis toward the house.<\/p>\n
Halfway there, I looked back at the pond.<\/p>\n
Daddy\u2019s old boundary no longer controlled the land.<\/p>\n
But knowing where it once stood helped explain the property as it existed now.<\/p>\n
The same was true of us.<\/p>\n
Our old marriage was gone.<\/p>\n
Its lines had changed.<\/p>\n
But forgetting where they had been would not make the new boundaries stronger.<\/p>\n
Remembering them did.<\/p>\n
The contractor arrived at eight on Monday morning with a small excavator, two laborers, and the kind of confidence that usually worried me. He walked the pond bank slowly, pushing … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":20578,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20619","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-insightdrama"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20619","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20619"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20619\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20663,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20619\/revisions\/20663"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/20578"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20619"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20619"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20619"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}