It has certainly been another long and laborious week. I don't even know where to begin.

On Tuesday, the Turfitts came with us to teach John and his wonderful family. It was actually a really good lesson. Baxter and Kaley helped out a lot with his questions because they have a lot more experience than we do and Baxter actually used to be Catholic. In the end, Kaley finally told John that he needed to stop looking at things from a logical stand point and trying to have faith. She actually asked him if he believed in the Catholic church because it made logical sense or because he actually had faith in it. John didn't have an answer to that and just sat there in silence for a long time. I pray that it Kaley's question will help him move forward and take a step in the direction towards faith. During the whole lesson, the Spirit was so prominent that I had chills down my back, and you could tell that everyone else was feeling the same way. Things seem to be making progress with him - Sister Jones and I are praying like crazy that he'll gain faith.

After the lesson, we were asked to help Donna with cleaning up her yard because her landlords were coming by that week. It was certainly an experience. As I was clearing out some plants, I felt an awful stinging in both of my hands. Before I knew it, I began to shake really hard and couldn't stand up or see straight anymore. Luckily, Donna was a nurse and rushed over to help me out and see what exactly was the matter.

The bad news is that I got my very first yellow jacket sting. Along with my second one. 

The next bad news is that I'm slightly allergic to yellow jackets apparently.

The good news though is that I'm not that allergic! No shock or anything. Just some swelling and hives. 

I am one of the most accident prone missionaries that ever lived. 

Because I was stung pretty bad and was having a slight reaction to it, I was able to just sit down and relax while everyone else worked. I felt really bad that I wasn't able to help, but it was nice to finally get some rest after 10 weeks of constantly working.

The best part about the whole week was on Thursday when we had a general authority come visit, Elder Kopischke. He's from the Quorum of the Seventy and was willing to make the travel out here to good ol' Mississippi. We all piled into the car and made the two hour drive out to Hattiesburg to listen to him speak. Previously, I was asked by one of the Assistants to the Presidents to play opening and closing hymns, along with prelude. I, of course, agreed. Little did I know what playing prelude entailed. We were asked to arrive an hour early so that we could be in our seats and prepare to meet an apostle. I assumed that someone would speak to us then and talk about serving the Lord. Nope. The President's assistant got up to the pulpit and said to everyone, "In this time, we would ask that we be reverent as we prepare to meet Elder Kopischke. Sister Durrant, from Pass Christian, has agreed to play prelude. Please listen to the piano and bring the Spirit into the room." My eyes went huge. An hour. Of playing hymns that I didn't really know. In front of 100 people. 

I got up and made the long walk up to the front of the chapel and with shaking hands, I began to play the hymns that I knew well. Within a few minutes, my hands stopped shaking and my mind cleared. As the minutes passed, I became more and more confident in my playing. Before I knew it, I had sight read almost half of the hymns and arranged a few on the spot - two skills that I had never been good at. It may be a silly thing, but when Elder Kopischke came and I could sit down, I felt like I had became a better pianist right then and felt truly accomplished. After the meeting ended, almost everyone came up and said that I play beautifully. Elder Kopischke even had the mission president call me that night and relay to me how wonderful he thought I was and how I should keep playing and even consider it for a career. Needless to say, that phone call made my night.  

Elder Kopischke's address to us was amazing. He began by saying that he had no plan on what to tell us. He didn't know what he was going to say and he didn't know how he was going to say it. He invited us to write down what we wanted to get out of the meeting on a piece of paper and questions that we had. I wrote down several things, many of which I didn't think would be answered. 

Looking back, I couldn't tell you a single thing that Elder Kopishcke said. I have no idea the topics that he touched on and I don't know the questions that others asked. Yet, I have five pages of pure revelation filled out in my notebook. One of the strongest impressions that I received was concerning sin. My question going into the meeting was, "If Christ says we don't need to suffer for our sins, then why do we always feel so awful when we commit sin? Why do we almost always feel pain?" Throughout the meeting, I got bits and pieces that pertained to my question. While I was writing something down, I caught a bit of what Elder Kopischke was saying at that moment. I don't know what he said before and I don't know why he was saying it, but I heard him say, "The reason we feel pain when we sin is not to atone for what we've done. We never pay for our sins in this life. Rather, the pain we feel when we sin is to bring us closer to Christ and to drive us to apply the Atonement in our lives. Let me say that again - we don't pay for our sins in this life. The pain we feel is not to pay for what we've done. It's to bring us to Christ and His atonement." 

My question was answered straight out. It was amazing to hear that answer come in such a way. Many of my other questions were answered, not quite as directly, as Elder Kopischke spoke. I testify now that we can all receive revelation when we open our hearts. You may not remember a word that was said in a meeting, but you will always remember the impressions you had. You will always be able to receive revelation, regardless of your topic, if you just listen for it.

The week continued on after that and I kept receiving answers to my questions, well after Elder Kopischke had left the area. What an amazing experience it was for me to witness it first hand and see the difference it made in my life. 

As I mentioned in my last email, we have been without a car yet again. Salvation finally came on Saturday though! We were given a Ford Focus to drive and I couldn't have been happier - I actually cried because I was just so overwhelmed with joy. Sadly, Sister Jones' driving privileges got revoked by Salt Lake so it was a bit of a hard day because she had a rough time with it. Yet, I am now the official driver! 

We got to drive our new car down to the Elders' baptism at the church. They had been teaching a young man, Andrew, for quite awhile and he agreed to be baptized not too long ago. It was truly a wonderful thing to witness him go down into the water and come back up clean from all his sins. Dirty from the water though - the instant he went down, a cloud of dirt came up from the water and settled on all of us. Mississippi water is disgusting. Watching Andrew get baptized help invigorate me to keep working hard and to bring the joy that I saw in him to everyone else here in my area. 

Then, the best news ever came. Kaley Turfitt, our Ward Missionary Leader's wife, finally had her first born child!! His name is Porter and is the cutest baby I've ever seen. Of course, Sister Jones and I started screaming and jumping up and down when we heard the news! The Elders weren't as excited as us... But that's okay.

A few random notes about Mississippi:

Scenic Drive, the road that I drive on every day, is one of three roads on the National Historic Registry. That's pretty cool if you ask me. 

Mississippi water is gross. Our Zone Leaders came up from Louisiana the other day and they asked for water. Of course, we gave them water. They took one look at it and said, "No. We asked for water.... Not lemonade..." It's that gross. Pretty sure I'm going to get something from this water. 

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All my love,

Sister Sarah Michéle Durrant

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My Companion: The Car Murderer

Transfers were this week and they went off smoothly. Sister Jones and I managed to stay together, yet we traded in our dinky gray Toyota Corolla for a monstrous Dodge mini van. Yes, we are officially soccer moms. The Elders in our district gave us soccer mom keychains and everything. But as things seem to go in this mission, the joy was short lived.

On Wednesday, the Zone Leaders came up to do exchanged with two of our elders. We all decided to pile into the van and go off to lunch at La Chula's. Typical to the Mississippi way, the streets were completely flooded - but we didn't think much of it because it always happens! Halfway through driving in this giant puddle, the van slowed down to a stop. We were all asking Sister Jones why she stopped driving, since we had no idea it wasn't her idea. She turned to us, eyes as wide as dinner plates, and softly said, "I am so dead."

We all clamored out of the van and pushed it to dry land and attempted to start it again. No dice. We tried jumping the car, thinking the battery had died somehow. Nope. So, we decided to go to lunch anyway and hope that the car was just wet and needed to dry out.

After lunch, we came back and tried to start the car again. It just sat there. Finally, after numerous calls, a member came by and checked out the car. He wisely told us to let it sit there over night and see if it has dried out in the morning. By this time, our day was almost completely over because we had been in meetings all morning and spent the majority of the afternoon trying (in vain) to get our van to run. So we all split off to proselyte for a little bit with plans to meet up again at the end of the night for Missionary Correlation Meeting. Sister Jones and I were loaned the Elder's car so we could get around the area since we had the most miles to cover - which was quite sweet of the elders to do so. 

We took of to go tracting and then returned to our apartment to shower quickly before Correlation. When we came back to the car, it was dead. Yes. Another dead car. In the space of THREE HOURS. After a little looking around, I saw that the headlights were on. Yes, Sister Jones had left the headlights on. My companion. The car murderer. Luckily, the Turfitts (our Ward Mission Leader, Baxter and his awesome wife, Kaley) were willing to come pick us up for Correlation meeting. Normally, we hold Missionary Correlation Meetings every Wednesday and talk about what we are doing and how the work of the Lord is coming along in our area. This week, we changed it up a bit. Instead of meeting at the church for an hour, the Turfitts  let us come over to their house for a dinner and to watch 17 Miracles - the only movie that our mission president has approved. It was one of the best nights I'd had in awhile simply because it was so relaxed and laid back. I highly recommend that whomever hasn't seen 17 Miracles to go and see it! It's one of those movies that makes you realize how truly blessed you are to live in this day and age. Baxter and Kaley were kind enough to give us a ride home that evening since our car was still drying out over at the church and the other car was sitting dead at our apartment. When we got home, they jump started the car and Elder Green, our district leader, took it back to his place.

The next morning, we woke up with high hopes that our van was up and running once more. We sat there, staring at the phone, waiting for the call from Elder Green. Finally, he called and all he said was, "Sucks to be you." Our car was officially dead and was being towed all the way to Slidell. Once more, we were without a car. 

Yet, we had to get over to Bay Saint Louis to do some missionary work so we decided to brave the 20 miles bike ride over the bridge and into the city. Halfway through biking the bridge though, I started to feel light-headed and sick. I had a pounding headache and my arms started to go numb. Before I knew it, I fell off my bicycle and blacked out.

The next thing I remember is Sister Jones kneeling next to me, anxiously calling our district leader and patting water on my forehead. After lying down on the hot pavement for a long time, I finally found the energy to walk to the nearest member's house three miles away to get some food and water. Needless to say, we didn't get much work done that day.

The next few days were pretty disappointing missionary work wise - somehow, every single one of our appointments fell through, none of our investigators showed up to church, and we were barely able to place 4 Books of Mormon. I am optimistic for this upcoming week though - I know that the Lord is mindful of our hard work and dedication to sharing the gospel. I am positive that things will work out the way that our Father wants them too. It may be difficult right now, but everything will be okay in the end.

I know that what I am doing is truly a divine work.

Now is a time for faith, not fear.

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All my love,

Sister Sarah Michéle Durrant

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Hallelujah Jesus!

This week has just been a whirlwind. I cannot even begin to tell you all the crazy experiences I've had! First off, Mississippi is nuts. My companion and I just enjoy people watching because it's just endless entertainment. Who needs television when you have the Mississippians to watch?

Our week started out pretty slow - not many people would listen to us (as per usual) and we were working hard to get our numbers up a bit. This week, we tracted door to door for almost 9 hours. It was great fun though!

Wednesday, after District Development Meeting, we all went to do a service project at Velia's home. Velia is definitely unique. She served in the military for years and you can tell just by her rough demeanour. She's very distracted and it's difficult to get a word in. She isn't an investigator or anything - just someone that we were recommended to go help out. But why did she need help, you may ask? Well. About a year ago, her home burnt down (for the second time, mind you) and she's been living on the empty lot ever since. During that time, she's accumilated a lot of junk. The city has been getting angry with her, telling her to clear it up or else the lot would be condemned. It got down to the wire this week and she was told that if she didn't clean it up by Friday, the lot would be destroyed. In come the missionaires to the rescue!

When we first drove up though, my jaw dropped. I couldn't even imagine something like this to my wildest imagination. Velia is a hard-core hoarder. There was mountains of just garbage everywhere. There were certain places that we could walk and there had to be a path way just so we could get through. It was horrendous. I was cringing. Sister Jones was cringing. All of the Elders had wide eyes and we were terrified of what we were about to do. She immediately set us to work clearing out a shed.

Basically, we would pull trash out of the shed and move it to another pile. Then we'd move that pile to another pile. Then that pile to ANOTHER pile. Whenever we'd try to trash something, Velia would run up and say, "Oh. I need that! Keep that!" Who needs construction fencing? Velia. Who needs an old, wheel-less baby carriage? Velia.

On the bright side, I finally got to meet oak-tree cockroaches and venomous snakes! Oak-tree cockroaches are the creepiest things I've ever seen. They are about the size of a wallet and will fly at you if you aggravate them. On top of that, they make a really forebodding ticking noise whenever you approach them. There were hundred of them in that shed. I'll never be the same. Ever. After moving around trash for four hours, we all went to a member's house and just collapsed there.

Yet, the next day was probably the best day I've had in a long time. About 3 weeks ago, Sister Jones and I tracted into a wonderful lady, Sue. She had just moved here from New York with her young son to start over and to get away from her horrid ex-husband. She came here with absolutely nothing to start her life completely over. I hold so much admiration for her courage and strength to be able to do so. We were finally able to meet with her on Thursday and teach her a lesson.

As the lesson went on, I could see tears in her eyes. I told her that Heavenly Father was mindful of her and was helping her find that light at the end of the tunnel. I could tell that something was moving in her and I could feel the Spirit choking the room - I had chills down my spine and my feet were tingling. Once we finished the Restoration lesson, I turned to her and asked her if she wanted to be baptized into our church by someone holding the proper priesthood authority of God.

Sue looked up and right away, without hesitation, said, "Yes!" We set her baptisimal date for three weeks from now and she expressed that she wanted us to come at least twice a week! My heart soared right then and there. She was so ready. All she wanted was to hear the restored gospel and find that hope at the end of her long tunnel. Nothing could stop my smiling that day - we finally had someone who wanted to be baptized! I love Sue so much and her strength. I've never seen someone weather the storms that life brings with as much finess as she had done. I could feel Heavenly Father's joy when she agreed to baptism - another one of his daughters was coming home.

For Friday, we had an appointment set up with John and Erin. At last minute, though, Erin gave us a call and asked if we would like to come to dinner with her and her in-laws. Of couse, we said yes - it showed that they were beginning to trust us a little bit more! Yet, once we got there, we found out that John wasn't coming and that his mother wanted to talk to us. Sister Jones and I looked at each other with eyes wide from fear - John had told us how his mother knew the bible even more than he did (which was a ton)!

His mother trapped us in the back and started attacking our religion. She told us how our church was wrong because Joseph Smith came out of no where and was a nobody who couldn't receive revelation from God. When we asked her why couldn't he have received revelation, she said that no one can receive revelation except for a prophet! Then she went on about how the Catholic church was the only true church because it had been around since the time of Jesus and how it must be right because of that. So, then, we asked her how she knew that the Bible was true if she couldn't receive personal revelation. She said, "Well, I know that the Bible is true because the Catholic church is true. If you believe in the Catholic church, you believe in the Bible!"

We then showed her James 1:5, "If any of ye lack wisdom, let him ask of God." She turned to us and said, "You can't ask God for answers." I was completely dumbfounded. I just sat there in silence, trying to figure out where this woman was coming from. Sister Jones was getting really angry and was starting to argue with her, trying to get John's mom to see it our way. Finally, I turned to her and said, "Look. This conversation is getting way too heated for my tastes. We both have our views and we are completely entitled to them. I know without a doubt in my heart that this church is God's kingdom here on earth and I know that it is true. I know that it is ruled by Jesus Christ himself. Yet, I cannot make you believe that. I don't want to argue with you about this. If you happen to change your mind and want to find out more, I'd be happy to teach you. But we did not come to bible bash." John's mom just looked at me after I said that and finally agreed and changed the subject.

When we walked away, Sister Jones was practically steaming, she was so angry. But I personally felt that it was just fine that she had those views, even though I didn't agree with them. Needless to say, it was certainly an interesting night. After we talked with the mom, everything seemed to go just smoothly and everyone got along just fine.

By the end of the week, we were completely exhausted from tracting. So, Sister Jones and I decided to try a different approach to find people. Here in Bay Saint Louis, they do this activity called Second Saturday. Basically, every second Saturday of the month, the stores on Main Street open up late and have refreshments out. People from all over come to this event to mill around and talk with friends while shopping. Sister Jones and I took advantage of this opportunity and set up on a near-by park bench with a giant sign that said "Ask the Mormon Missionaires" on one side and on the other side it read "Hallelujah Jesus!". I danced around with the sign while Sister Jones tried to talk to passerbys and hand out copies of the Book of Mormon. Half way through the day, we managed to get the other 4 Elders in our district to come help us. I'm sure we were quite the sight - a teeny blond girl dancing with a sign that said "Hallelujah Jesus" with 5 other people dressed up to the 9s handing out pamphlets that had Jesus on the front, shouting out to people, "Are you happy? Have you heard about the Book of Mormon? Let me tell you more about Jesus!"

By the end of the night, my arms were killing me and we were all dead tired. Sadly, not much came out of it - we only managed to place one Book of Mormon, but it was certainly an experience that I'd definitely be willing to try again.

Throughout these 2 months here in the South, I've gained a stronger testimony than I had from growing up in the church for 19 years. I've now realized how much my Lord trusts me to be a missionary here. He trusts me enough to not be shaken, despite all those who attack my religion. He trusts me enough to have courage to tell everyone of the true churhc. He trusts me enough to keep going, even when people slam door after door in my face. He trusts me enough to be diligent to find those who are looking for the truth in the midst of all these false religions. I love my Lord, my God. I wouldn't ask for anything different.

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All my love,

Sister Sarah Michéle Durrant

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July 2013 Slidell Interviews

My Dear Elders

I thought I'd just tell you a little story of my district. On Wednesday, we had a District Development Meeting. These meetings are held every Wednesday around 10:30 where we talk about what needs to be done to help the work progress. 

When Sister Jones and I came in, there was Elder Mobley lying on the table in the Relief Society room. Elder Green was sitting right behind him, with fake tears pouring down his face. Elder Nelson had a black sheet draped around his shoulders and Elder Christofferson was just wailing and screaming. On the electric piano, they had set it to play "As Sisters In Zion" at a painstakingly slow pace, to the point where it sounded like a funeral dirge. 

Note. I said funeral. Yes. The Elders were holding a funeral for Elder Mobley. 

Elder Green got up and gave a whole speech about how Elder Mobley was a great man and was killed in unforeseen circumstances. They were so deadpan serious about it.

Then, Elder Green pulled a sheet over Elder Mobley's head and asked if anyone else wanted to say a few remarks. At that moment, Elder Mobley rose up, grunting. Elder Nelson promptly attacked him with Nerf darts and ran away.

My dear Elders. They're dorks.

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"I've Finally Come Home"

With all the rain letting up, I've truly discovered what 100% humidity means here. It means you cannot tell the difference between sweat and the water in the air. It means that you are drenched no matter where you are. It means that if you're wearing even more than one layer, you die. It means that you are constantly drinking water, even though you have water all over your body. It means that the weather here sucks.

Yet it's all worth it - especially when you meet wonderful people who just bless your life and increase your testimony in... well... everything.

Sister Jones and I set out to tract on Tuesday evening. Not the best idea in the world - the gangs were starting to meet up and harass everyone on the streets and we could tell something was about to happen. Right when we were about to take off and come back tomorrow morning, we decided to knock on one last door. A very sweet girl opened the door, not much older than Sister Jones and I. We started our typical spiel, "We're missionaries from the Church..." and she cut us off right then. She then told us that she had just moved here from Hattiesburg, a Mississippi city a few hours from Pass Christian - and that she was already a member of the church. Yet, she didn't know where to send her records, her husband wasn't LDS, and she had no ride to church. Sister Jones and I were able to get her records transferred, set up a ride, and get an appointment to come back to talk to her and see how she was doing.

When we walked away, I knew that Heavenly Father had us go to that last door for a reason. Most likely, this woman wouldn't have ever figured out where to send her records or which ward to even go to. She would follow the pattern that so many people here do - eventual inactivity. I knew in that moment - we had most likely saved this soul from wandering from the fold of God. What a great joy that was!

As I mentioned in my last letter, it's been a hard few weeks. Really tough - no one wants to hear from us. But the Lord continues to send us His tender mercies. 

Sister Jones and I were able to go teach John some more. If you don't remember, he and his wonderful wife came to our Pioneer Day celebration. Well, we grabbed some members and set off for their home to teach John. And wow. I've never met such an awesome man before. He's very well versed in the Bible and knows seemingly everything about the Catholic Church. He's started reading the Book of Mormon and is filled to the brim with questions. It takes Sister Jones, me, and two members just to answer all his questions.  His poor wife Erin couldn't get a word in with everything that was going on. Finally, we saw that she had this burning question, so Sister Jones stopped and asked, "Erin, what's on your mind?"

She timidly looked up and said, "Do... do you guys still practice polygamy?"

My heart just broke when I heard that! She was probably thinking what on Earth is going on with her husband and has he gone crazy? He wants another wife?? I felt sooo awful that we hadn't addressed that - luckily, we were able to clear that up and let her know that our church doesn't condone the practice of taking another wife. After that, she seemed to loosen up a bit and be more receptive to our message.

We invited John and Erin to come to church and find more answers to their questions. John said that he would try to make it, but Erin told us that she wasn't quite comfortable enough to come. And that was perfectly fine. So, we anxiously waited for Sunday to come.

In the meantime, we made a visit to a wonderful less active woman, R. R had recently moved here from Georgia and had been inactive for years because of some very poor advice that was given to her by the Bishop which tore apart her family. Sister Jones had tracted into her before I came out and we've been visiting her weekly ever since. I was about to give up on her because it seemed evident that she just wasn't going to come back to church. Yet, on Friday, we were able to have her meet the Bishop and his wife. The meeting went fairly well, but I didn't think that anything really would've come of it. 

At the end of our meeting, the bishop's wife turned to R and said, "Why would you let someone who hurt you deny you the blessings you could be receiving from attending church?" I think that truly hit R in the heart and she looked over and said, "Alright. I'll be there Sunday."

Sunday finally rolls around and Sister Jones and I are practically bouncing in our seats, craning our necks trying to see if R and John would actually come. 

The fast and testimony meeting started and our hearts broke - neither one of them were there. Yet, right before sacrament began, R walked in and sat down right next to us!!!! My heart swelled and it took all of my will power right then to not burst out into tears. 

While the sacrament was being passed, I heard a little sniffle. There was R, in complete tears. In the moment, the Spirit overcame me and told me to put my arm around her. So, I did.

She turned to me with her eyes brimming over from tears and said, "I feel like I've finally come home."

What an amazing moment that was. All I could think about was how great Heavenly Father's joy must be. His daughter had finally come home.

As the sacrament meeting went on, I became more and more horrified. Fast and testimony meeting in this ward is a MADHOUSE. I had no idea how to react. Obviously, they were on their best behavior last testimony meeting... Because I thought that I was in a relatively normal ward (for the South, that is). NOPE. I'll give you some excepts of testimonies:

"The Church of Jesus Christ is a is a is a is a is a is a - I didn't stutter!!"

"Then Jesus said, 'Lazarus! Get on out!' He had to say Lazarus or else THEY'D ALL GET ON OUT."

"I was the third black man to receive the priesthood." (No. He wasn't.)

"I feel a song coming on. I feel a song - let me sing." (Yes. He than began to sing.)

"The Spirit of Lehi is upon me. For those of you who don't know what that is, you don't know. But for those of you who do know, the Spirit of Lehi is upon me."

"Maybe Joseph Smith didn't see God and Jesus. I mean, he was praying in the woods. I bet he probably just saw two hunters!"

Throw in a few "PRAISE"s here and there and a few claps and you know what my ward's fast and testimony meeting is like. Oh my word. I was terrified because R was there. Luckily, she was able to find the humor in it and promised to keep coming to church every week.

At the end of sacrament though, Sister Jones and I had given up on John attending. In all honesty, we were pretty thankful he didn't come today because it was so crazy. But right as we were singing the closing hymn, in he walked. He didn't sneak into the back though, he bravely walked up and sat down in the front pews! 

John then attended class with us and he was just amazing. He said the closing prayer and just soaked it all in. He didn't stay for Priesthood but we were able to set up another appointment with him! I was so happy to see two people that Sister Jones and I had been working with in church that Sunday. It truly was an amazing Sunday - filled to the brim with the Spirit and happiness.

I promise that there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Everything will be okay. My week is a pure testimony of that. Now is a time for faith, not fear.

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All my love,

Sister Sarah Michéle Durrant

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