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    <title>GreacenStanford236</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1975 May 6th</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford236</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Booze</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>LHL</Publisher>
    <Relation>LHL</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
    <Scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/GreacenStanford236.jpg</Scannedimage>
    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿
under the weather that daybut came out (figurat-
ively) leaping through the air. Have always,
loved that play.

Here endeth the 1st lesson of 6
(cruellest month) May.

Love to you both - Robert

Freddie still off the booze
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