It’s just another day before a storm.
The sun is felt even from behind the clouds, and the heat hangs in the air.
A final chance to sit among the green grasses of the stream. Where so much is barren, it is always so green here.
The bridge painted red to keep vile creatures at bay. To stop them from crossing over, or from rising up from underneath. Its color lingers on the waters, still by little wind and creeping flow.
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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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