The story had been told long ago, and on this day it would come to fruition. She felt herself falling apart, bits and pieces burning up her insides. She didn’t know it would feel this way, praying she could make it stop. But it had been written, nothing mattered anymore. Little by little, she sank, closer to the ground, her body giving in and giving up, to a world she had, for so many years, seen through dark times.
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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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Thank you, my friend ❤️
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Thanks for sharing Dorinda’s post 🙂
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Lovely poetry💕🙂👍
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Thank you 😊
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Thank you, Sue! 😊💜
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My pleasure, Dorinda 🙂
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