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Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Mindedness
Harvest
Quiet
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