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John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
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John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
Oil on canvas
1921
30 1/2 × 40 in. (77.5 × 101.6 cm)
SUPP2000.427
Mr. and Mrs. Glen A. Eberly
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