The only thing wrong with the party was that he was there.
She stopped him somewhere between the pile of coats and the front door. Skin pale as moonlight, framed by raven feathers. She smelled of spring flowers, he thought.
“Are you having a nice time?” she asked.
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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.
Nice one… Still thinking of the possibilities…
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Thank you, Goff.
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Pleasure. Have a great day.
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You too 🙂
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Thanks.
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