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Just like most “mornings after”, the day following the Scottish Independence Referendum dawned grey and dreich. There was scarcely a breath of wind on the moor, nor any sign of sun in the sky, and Algy was feeling decidedly limp. He draped himself over the remains of a blasted rowan tree, and gazed for some time at the calm water of the lochan. As he perched there in the stillness, watching nothing very much happening at all, he remembered a poem, which he dedicates to all his Scottish friends who are feeling disappointed and depressed today:
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
[Algy is quoting the poem Dreams by the 20th century American poet Langston Hughes.]
16 and 17-year-old Scots had a right to vote in the referendum - about 120,000 teens cats their ballots. This was truly a lesson of for the World.
"It is important to say that our referendum was an agreed and consented process and Scotland has by a majority decided not at this stage to become an independent country, I accept that verdict of the people and I call on all of Scotland to follow suit in accepting the democratic verdict of the people of Scotland."
~ Scotland’s pro-independence leader and First Minister Alex Salmond thanked the voters who backed independence, saying they had changed the face of British politics forever.