A concrete box on a rock, that’s all that’s left and the tide that goes neither up nor down because there’s no moon and no currents and no reason any more. The concrete box doesn’t complain at the lack of company or purpose. It exists, and when, perhaps a thousand years hence, its structure finally fissures and it crumbles into the unmoving water, there will be nothing at all, only water and darkness and silence.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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