[PQ+] [se] off to work we go

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Hastening her eyes into avian factions to gain better sight of their cleaning, Lena adjusted her stance more than once to try and get into any dusty, dingy portions. From rags to polish and back again, she snagged at the dirt, debris, and any other refuse she could find. Between the pair of them, and anyone else assisting, there seemed to be a big enough dent in the fold. “I think we’re getting there,” she murmured back to Sohalia, pausing more than once to wipe her brow as it became laden with sweat. Hopefully the boys were doing much of the same with the telescope, and they’d be done soon enough.

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Lena keeps cleaning!

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all