"We were proud of our river. It was fringed by trees. If you climbed down to the water's edge you were quite invisible from the meadow above you. Here the air was cool and richly scented. The water, brown and mysterious, moved with unhurried dignity." ~C.R.Milne #FridayFeeling pic.twitter.com/8I741w24Wc
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) February 26, 2021
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