Black Collar Package
 The copy:   When birds are chirping, we aren’t rising. Down here, all we have is each other. With a light on my helmet, and a pickaxe in my hand, the one thing I count on is my crew.  This is not a job. It’s a way of life. We live for the end of the day. To rise above the surface into the Rockies, a place where the air is as crisp as the water. Where we can sit down in silence and know that serenity is a pour away.  This is mining. This is reward over risk. This is for the soldiers beneath the surface, and the honored beyond the light.
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