There was a prophecy.
I didn’t believe it.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to or that it was, necessarily, bad, I just didn’t hold with such nonsense. Someone foretold something about someone at some time. Vague, much?
Also, these things always seem to be in riddles. They can never come right out and tell a person that he will die next Thursday or he will inherit ten goats from a long-lost uncle, named Fred, in three years.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye
, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France,
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Prophecy, hum understanding reasoning, creative desire, lost drift tourist… Look for a formula,
in creating liquid metal..
Darling would know where i should look?
i would truly be grateful, kisses, i had hoped, there be poetry, the numbers thing….
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Thanks, Sue! 🙂 Happy New Year!
Happy new year, Sarah 🙂