Always Human

If dirt does not damn us, it doesn’t save us, either. Wherever we end up, we are human once we get there, as vulnerable to unease and envy on talus slopes as on Broadway corners.

I’m spurning an unwritten rule, a cherished code of laborers. Our work speaks for us. We don’t draw attention to ourselves, and most of all, we don’t draw attention to each other. I mean it as a love song, not a secret told. I hope they’ll forgive me.

Dirt Work: An Education in the Woods by Christine Byl

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