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Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

Willa Cather

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Willa Cather
Age: 73 †
Born: 1873
Born: December 7
Died: 1947
Died: April 24
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Willa Sibert Cather
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