Two Eyes Cenote spur & point

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I know you are, wry, wry little smile. but what am I?
He did not linger, and nor did she. Her patrol would be finished alone; at some point, she would cross paths with a particularly rowdy desert bird which results in a ruffle of her own feathers.
Before she returns to the pass, she finds time to pray.

O Sekhmet, whose flame is well-respected among mankind!
Who causes her flame to rise. Preserve the Living Image, the Queen! Protect her and deliver her from the pestilence of the year which reigns in the land, for she is the Divine One who is indestructible!