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Pioneer Girl: The Annotated Autobiography

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Laura Ingalls Wilder
Laura Ingalls Wilder

American writer, famous for her Little House on the Prairie series, which tells the story of her growth experience in the Midwest of the United States in the 19th century. Her works have won the hearts of readers and had a profound impact on later generations. more

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