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They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.

Emily Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson
Age: 55 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 10
Died: 1886
Died: May 15
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Emilia Dickinson
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