The rivers receded, leaving behind banks like parched lips. Leaving nothing but dust to nourish the crops.
Bucket by bucket they tried to stay alive.
A large stone surfaced.
Once the algae covering it dried under the unending sun, and fell away, a dire warning, chiselled across the stone’s face, appeared.
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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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