He sits and thinks of the things they know,
He and the Forest, alone together –
The springs that come and the summers that go,
Autumn dew on bracken and Heather,
All the things they have heard:
An April sky swept clean and the song of a bird. ~A.A.Milne #ThursdayThoughts pic.twitter.com/bu7atpcRk3
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) April 22, 2021
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