[PQ] rub some dirt in it

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

She was quite content and glad to have Remi and Aoife appear, giving her a hand with the brushstrokes, laughter immersed from her lungs as the child’s hands increased the vividness of the honeybee girl’s painted targets. “Beautiful!” The youth christened and anointed the handprints as works of fine art, and Remi’s too – the lion’s tail making an excellent implement. Jigano eventually made his presence known again too, proffering her a drink she accepted with great aplomb, guzzling the water down, parched from the heat of the sun’s rays and touch. “Thank you! How did your weapons turn out?” The finale reigned though, everything nearly complete: except for loosening the packed ground. Her eyes swarmed to the rakes, hoes, and shovels lined against the hall’s outer walls, considered her muscles, her limbs not entirely burdened, wobbly, or fatigued. She placed her mug down by the hay bales, and then chose a shovel, busy and content, a hum on her lips, as she began to dig into the earth, turning over the dried surface. M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe