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Dear Sir/Madam,

My name is Sandra Marshall and I live in the South of Scotland near Edinburgh.

At this moment I am sitting in my parents’ house near Penicuik in the quiet space I have needed to find all year, away from chaos!

I came here today because I needed to think. I needed to focus my action in a way that will benefit the lives of the families I am a member of, in a method that will allow me to step forward in the never ending pattern of life. I gave myself permission to stop for one afternoon and look at life from a different perspective. I can truly listen to God’s voice in this house.

As I watched the wind making music with the leaves and branches on the trees and enjoyed the bright sunlight making the garden bright with laughter I considered again what steps to…

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Have we honestly gone so far backwards in time?
I remember writing once a desolate dream, my country getting smaller beset by some mindless imperial dream of a past that never really existed.

A past that contained the force of slavery, Highland Clearances, great disadvantage whilst a minority sat on vast wealth of empire, they would not share.

That was then, the Nineteen hundreds when children were sent down mines and up crumbling chimneys, pulling vast loads of coal and cleaning the soot out in a sea of dark, hunger and pain. If you didn’t have a penny in those days gone by, you were a criminal and sent to a workhouse to eat gruel and wear rags until someone could get you out, or you died. When the Toll Puddle Martyrs in a peaceful demonstration were fired on by their own army because the Government did not want their…

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