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The hum of a steel bridge at dusk
There’s a moment in the evening, just before the light goes, when the deck starts to expand or contract and the whole thing lets out this low groan. It’s not a complaint—more like a long sentence in a language I almost understand. That’s the part of the job I miss most: the conversation you can’t quite have, but you know it’s happening.
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