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eyeless in the morning sun you were,pale and mild, a modern girl.
taken with thought still prone to care
makin tea in your underwear.
taking miles off the distance
“i wonder what piglet is doing,” thought pooh.
“i wish i could be there, doing it too.”
just when were were about to finish louis sachar, he came across a first edition copy of winnie the pooh at his grandma’s house. so for the past week our skype dates have revolved around honey jars and woozle hunts, and all of rabbit’s relations (and i love that we read childrens’ books together).
