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Violet to Vita: The Letters of Violet Trefusis to Vita Sackville-West, 1910-1921

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Violet Trefusis
Violet Trefusis

Violet Trefusis was a British writer renowned for her romantic novels and personal correspondence. A contemporary of Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West, Trefusis's writing delved into themes of love, desire, and social class, characterized by vivid and intimate prose. She was born on June 6, 1894, and passed away on February 29, 1972. more

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