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Aleister Crowley robed.
Experience the repetitive and mesmeric chanting at the Abbey.
Patience.......the beggars virtue
A Very Merry Christmas From The Abbey.
Calm Waters
Waiting
Better go back to sheltering in the shadow of the tomb.....until a shadow falls upon me or Death on his winged steed tramples me to fragments.
Abandon hope all who enter here.
All paths lead somewhere.