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Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.

Edith Wharton

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Edith Wharton
Age: 75 †
Born: 1862
Born: January 24
Died: 1937
Died: August 11
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
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New York City
New York
Edith Newbold Jones
Edith Newbold Jones Wharton
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