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  2. Dedication
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  58. Author’s Note
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. More from Fay Keenan
  61. About the Author
  62. About Boldwood Books

Holly threw her backpack into the passenger seat of her car and headed towards her destination. She didn’t have time to walk there today, and the last time she had been up there the weather had been completely different and she’d had company. Shoving all thoughts of that particular company firmly out of her hopefully soon to be cleared mind, she focused on the techniques she was going to use in this deep-vision session.

In some ways, the rain amplified the thoughts and emotions, so it could be very helpful for pinpointing what might be holding her back. Although meditating in the sunshine was more physically comfortable, there was something about doing it in the rain that left you feeling cleansed.

She had a group of ten coming, including Rachel, who she’d invited along for some moral support, since it was the first time she’d led a session in this very special place. Also, if anyone needed escorting back early, Rachel could do it for her. They were all going back for a warming drink afterwards, anyway.

The sight never failed to awe her as she drove closer, its presence magisterial and powerful even in the mist, as it rose majestically from the green landscape all around. It was a beacon of spirituality and sent a shiver down her spine every time she saw it rising to the sky. She would never tire of living in its shadow. She pushed away the memory of the kisses she and Charlie had shared last time she was there and tried again to focus on the landscape.

As she parked the car, she could see a few people from her group had already arrived. She was pleased to see they’d all worn sensible footwear for the mildly strenuous walk up the hill.

‘Morning!’ she said cheerily. ‘Sorry about the rain, but it’ll make the meditation session a little different today.’

‘No kidding,’ one of the group laughed. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever done it in the rain before!’

‘It’ll be a whole new experience, especially with the mist rolling in around us,’ Holly said, determined to put a positive spin on it for those who might still have doubts. She glanced around the group, and, as the last couple of people arrived, did a quick headcount. ‘OK. I think we’re all here. Are you ready?’

‘As we’ll ever be,’ said Rachel.

‘Best foot forward, then,’ Holly said, feeling like a Scout leader.

Heading up the group, she drew a deep breath, preparing mentally to lead her first ever deep-vision meditation session on Willowbury Hill. The trouble was, the harder she tried to forget what it felt like to be here with Charlie, the more those memories stubbornly refused to go away.

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