The digging is never done because the shovel scrapes at life itelf. It is not possible to get it all, or even very much of it, but I gather what I can of the rough, tumbling crowd, the lone walkers and the voluble talkers, the high lonesome singers, the messages people write and leave for me to read.
Annie Proulx, Inspiration? Head Down the Back Road, and Stop for the Yard Sales
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