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https://kdp.amazon.com/en_US/bookshelf?ref_=kdp_PM_TN_bs She nodded and they stood up and moved to where the hill fell away towards bushes and silver birch. He put his arm around her as the sun moved slowly behind the trees, the clouds suffused by red and black patterns.
Celia escaped his hold
and stood up. She twirled letting the dying sun fall on every part of her.
‘The ancient world
must have been a paradise of sorts, before we arrived with our cars, planes and
wars.’ She insisted. ‘We spoiled everything.’ She moved slowly back towards the
stones, flinging her arms high and wide. ‘We spoiled everything.’
He noted the abrupt
change in her voice. She began to visibly shake in the half-light. Dropping her
glass, she laid one hand upon the nearest stone. She began to convulse. A force
appeared to be moving through her. He jumped up but she waved him away.
‘Yes,’ she began. Her
voice was cracked and strained. ‘These stones were once for religious
purposes.’
She pulled her hand
away again.
‘This entire area
was.’ She moaned.
Suddenly she sank to
her knees.
‘You ok, Celia?’ He
asked. ‘You haven’t drunk that much!’ He laughed nervously.
‘No. But just for a
brief moment, I thought I understood clearly why this mound was here. I saw the
landscape differently. I somehow understood it. For a few seconds, I was part
of the terrible things that went on here.’ She sat down beside him again. ‘Oh,
give me another glass. I need it!’
