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‘In every village, town and city in Scotland, there's a plinth devoted to the war dead. Even my tiny local post office has a list of the postal workers who died in the Great War. Was the terror of the witch-hunts, lasting hundreds of years, not a war on women, community and folkways?
And yet the dead have no wreaths, no sanctioned hour.‘
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