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  • Dawn. And a cock crows, but the stars still shine.
    I ask the universal for a sign.

    None comes.

    I go to stroke the fast-opening bud of my morning glory, and then I hear a sound behind me. Turning, I see my next-door neighbour going quietly into her garden.

    She's back. I rejoice at the sight of her. Tall and beautiful, an artist, everything she does is done with grace and strength. She walks upright and with purpose. Her French is precise and musical. Her garden is a green womb, which I have watered faithfully while she has been away. She is the big sister I never had, but always missed.

    She is Green Tara, she is Athena, she is Mary, she is Isis.

    photo of Isis taken at the Temple of Edfu
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