We spilled sweat.
We spilled a whole lot of blood.
And I think we spilled a little love too.
She writes about it here. Go read it. And gaze at the spillage.
(Bloody photos abound... don't go clicky if you're squeamish, or at work, or in front of your child, or your parents, or your priest, or if you are currently live on your local newscast, or if you are fucking... wait... no... if you are fucking, go clicky. Yes. Definitely.)