"My father felt deeply but kept his feelings to himself. Or rather, being a writer, he let them escape in his writing. Even there he disguised them, and so such sadnesses as there were put on cap and bells and emerged as Eeyore, the old grey donkey." ~C.R.Milne #mentalhealth pic.twitter.com/78MbM5O4vu
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) January 27, 2021
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