Daguerreotype portrait of a woman named Mary Ann Bartlett posing with a stack of books, c. 1850′s.
Source: Library of Congress.
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Daguerreotype portrait of a woman named Mary Ann Bartlett posing with a stack of books, c. 1850′s.
Source: Library of Congress.
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