The land undulated into endless miles merging with the distant horizon. The dried wisps of grass cavorted with tiny flowers that danced on their fragile ,thin stalks in the gentle breeze. And not a soul was in sight. The only sound was the wind whispering softly.
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About Sue Vincent
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
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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