He’d reached that time of life where his sunset hadn’t happened, but he certainly considered he was enduring the dusk stage of life.
His lights were fading but he preferred to think of it as a part of his day to day, he fell asleep more and more, his nights were riddled with sleeplessness and the craziest and scariest nightmares.
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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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I’m torn. I love the picture, but I’ve always found sunset to be the time I actually come alive. You can’t possibly be expected to accomplish anything after it goes down, so that time is meant for sloth and self-indulgence. (Is it any wonder I suffer from insomnia?)
Your words struck me as more melancholy and fear than I want for your poor protagonist. Also, for some reason, I thought it was going to be a vampire. Could be I’m wandering down the wrong Transylvanian garden path?
Goes back and re-reads the above. Not sure where I came up with vampires!??
I’m hungry and my blood sugar is dropping. That’s the only explanation that makes sense.
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