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"The work of the world is common as mud.

Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.

But the thing worth doing well done

has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident."

Such beautiful thoughts to sit with. Thank you, Maia.

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Thank YOU! Yes, something to sit with for sure.

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One of my favorite poems ever. Thank you. I will share this as well for tonight.

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It's simply gorgeous, isn't it? She does such an amazing job of transforming the drudgery of 'work' into a noble and transformative act.

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Yes…and honoring the physical labor that’s often scorned, which holds our world together, which is the literal tendons and bones of our world.

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Maia, Thanks for reminding us of the true meaning of Labor Day!

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thank you, dear Sandra!

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