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I had intended to paint a different kind of shellfish for an Ainu folktale that I'm illustrating, but I got sidetracked by some happy childhood memories and started painting clams. The words are a quote from the "
Old Settler's Song (Acres of Clams)," a Northwest United States folk song written by Francis D. Henry around 1874.
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