Nelson stood in the foreground, his sweaty farmer’s face all lathered in soot, his bare torsoed still virile frame covered with the grime and toil of the day’s labour.
Watching the sea of ripened corn, its stalks standing so erect and proud, holding its ground against the onslaught of the Westerly winds that were blowing in from the sea half a mile away, Nelson felt his heart surge with pride.
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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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