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“The pictures are postcard reproductions of Old Masters. She has lots of metal animals about an inch long, little wooden shoes, painted boxes only big enough to hold stamps.”

Quote by Dodie Smith

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Dodie Smith
Dodie Smith

Dodie Smith was an English novelist, best known for her children's literature, particularly the Winnie-the-Pooh series, which has become a global classic. Born on May 3, 1896, in London, she passed away on November 24, 1990. more

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