Not a soul in sight. Just the wind and mist in a whispered hush making their way across the world. The chill of water in the morning air stands in place, as though no longer able to keep the relentless march of clouds.
The trees have given way since ages passed to clearings. Clearings made not by the hand of man but by accord of wood and plain, an accord that never was spoken but only ever was.
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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.
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