Rolling hills, verdant, green, azure skies of blue, white puffy clouds float along with the breeze, ah, summer, I’ve been waiting, for you. Flowers decorate the meadows below, a sea of white, they are nature’s reflection. Oh, how I long to get lost, in the glow, of Heaven’s purest perfection.
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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.
Rolling hills, verdant, green, azure skies of blue, white puffy clouds float along with the breeze, ah, summer, I’ve been waiting, for you. Flowers decorate the meadows below, a sea of white, they are nature’s reflection. Oh, how I long to get lost, in the glow, of Heaven’s purest perfection.
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Thank you for sharing, Sue 💖
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