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Correspondence from Frieda Harris to Aleister Crowley
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[March 1941]
Nick [Frieda's son] has been an avalanche which destroyed all my vitality & made me into an anxious char-woman mum, mending clothes & running errands & then suddenly disappearing & leaving possessions & no address & even now I don't know where he is somewhere on a ship, which gives me mental toothache.
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