Through the front window I can see a fairy in the garden. She’s out there among the nasturtiums.
She doesn’t know I can see her but the window allows me to see what others cannot.
I’m watching her as she moves below the flowers, a bag is slung across her shoulder and she’s gathering something from under each flower and stuffing it in her bag.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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