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It is all kind of foggy. I need to think.
I see a flash, like a snapshot, of the highway. A truck in front of me. It all looks wrong. It is just a flash, like a nanosecond frozen in time.
That’s it. No before nor an after, no origin nor destination. I was traveling, that is all. That instant is my everything, lost in this fog.
It doesn’t make sense.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
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