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And as the flowers opened, they called in the community; the mothers and daughters, grandparents, the lonely, the marginalised, teenagers, new lovers, the heartbroken and those that had concealed a lifetime of shame. They became enfolded into the story of the garden, creating and partaking in the story equally.
As the garden evolved it became an expression of joy, interconnectedness, yearning, sexuality, and defiance. The garden became a metaphor for the human heart itself.
Those who entered the garden reflected back to me my history and who I had become. Everyone has a place in our garden. I am the garden. Those who enter are the garden. Without distinction, without separation.
-SIÂN DAVEY
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