I stand in a stony stupefied slumber on a lush verdant expanse of life. My feelings and emotions have crystallised and amalgamated into two massive frigid boulders that are made more callous and cold by the winter snow. They stand like unrelenting sentinels at my soul’s door blocking out all memories. I see all but feel nothing for nothing reaches inside. I empathise with the barren tree that watches me turning into a more hardened stupour with each passing day.
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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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