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So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.

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Emily Carr
Age: 73 †
Born: 1871
Born: December 13
Died: 1945
Died: March 2
Artist
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Painter
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M. Emily Carr
Emily M. Carr
Klee Wyck
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