Dear Sir/Madam/Whomever it may concern,
I write as, until now, a life-long communicant of the Church of England, or whatever it is called here these days.
This is a painful letter to write but one I can no longer in full conscience delay.
I admit I have stayed remote for some time from the public profession of the faith which was mine by accident of birth, but with which I had been happy to identify.
I’ve tried a private word with God, who has not responded in kind or symbols, though I suspect, like me, his omnipotent triumvirate is no longer comfortable with earthly...
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