The icy wind pricked at her cheeks as she stormed furiously up the hill, it was a grey day but at least it was dry. She needed the space to clear her head and the rage that was threatening to take over; every crunch underfoot and snippet of birdsong helped to ease the tension in her shoulders.

As she broke through the tree line she came into the clearing and found the standing stones, she hadn’t realised she had come this far but she quite liked the stones and the mysterious nature of their placing. She stopped, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, tried to sense the space around her, when she opened her eyes she walked up to one of the stones and placed her hands flat to the stone.

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