All was silent and quiet no movement on the horizon. Just the golden path that led from her feet to the setting sun. The waves gentle washed the beach shifting age old sands as it had always done. Looking left and right she saw just sea and beach, perfect she thought.
The warmth of the sun touched her, a feeling she had always enjoyed. Bending she scooped up some shells from the beach and marvelled at their beauty, their perfect shapes and gentle colours.
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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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