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Correspondence from Frieda Harris to Aleister Crowley
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Oct 16th
My dearest Aleister,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law
I have sold the [illegible]—I am sure it is the wrong place for you, it is so damp it is also the wrong place for me now as I must be more fluid. As a retreat for us all, during the War, those bombs seemed to make vacuums where we could escape but Campden is really no place for a magical retreat now and has slipped back to being an . . .
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