“It’s a comforting sort of thing to have,” said Christopher Robin, folding up the POEM, and putting it in his pocket. “Come on, Pooh,” and he walked off.
“Where are we going?” said Pooh.
“Nowhere,” said Christopher Robin.
So they began going there.
~A.A.Milne #SaturdayMotivation pic.twitter.com/wVNzCzgc6O— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) July 27, 2019
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