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Almost 100 years ago ~ in a patch of sunlight, two schoolgirls cast reflections in the water as they pick their way across a shallow stream in the misty bushland grounds of Frensham School in Mittagong, New South Wales (Sepia-toned gelatin siver photo by Harold Cazneaux, 1934)

Almost 100 years ago ~ in a patch of sunlight, two schoolgirls cast reflections in the water as they pick their way across a shallow stream in the misty bushland grounds of Frensham School in Mittagong, New South Wales (Sepia-toned gelatin siver photo by Harold Cazneaux, 1934)
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This beautifully-detailed 17C painting by Abraham Mignon is called Still Life with Fruit, Fish and a Nest, but for me this is a severe injustice to the frog, who is a highlight (NGA, Washington, 1675)

This beautifully-detailed 17C painting by Abraham Mignon is called Still Life with Fruit, Fish and a Nest, but for me this is a severe injustice to the frog, who is a highlight (NGA, Washington, 1675)
A.A.Milne (@a_amilne) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Eight eights are sixty-four, Multiply by seven. When it’s done, Carry one, And take away eleven. Nine nines are eighty-one, Multiply by three. If it’s more, Carry four, And then it’s time for tea. ~A.A.Milne #NationalTeaDay

Eight eights are sixty-four,
Multiply by seven.
When it’s done,
Carry one,
And take away eleven.
Nine nines are eighty-one,
Multiply by three.
If it’s more,
Carry four,
And then it’s time for tea.
~A.A.Milne #NationalTeaDay
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They sat down to breakfast. Tigger took a large mouthful of honey… and he made exploring noises, and considering noises, and what-have-we-got-HERE noises… and then he said: “Tiggers don’t like honey.” “Oh!” said Pooh, and tried to make it sound Sad and Regretful. ~A.A.Milne

They sat down to breakfast. Tigger took a large mouthful of honey… and he made exploring noises, and considering noises, and what-have-we-got-HERE noises… and then he said: 
“Tiggers don’t like honey.”
“Oh!” said Pooh, and tried to make it sound Sad and Regretful. ~A.A.Milne
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A rainy evening in Teradomari, just over 100 years ago ~ a huddled traveller braves the storm, as puddles reflect the warm lights of the village houses (Kawase Hasui, woodblock print, 1921)

A rainy evening in Teradomari, just over 100 years ago ~ a huddled traveller braves the storm, as puddles reflect the warm lights of the village houses (Kawase Hasui, woodblock print, 1921)
A.A.Milne (@a_amilne) 's Twitter Profile Photo

“Hallo, are you stuck?” asked Rabbit. “N-no,” said Pooh carelessly. “Just resting and thinking and humming to myself.” “Here, give us a paw.” Rabbit pulled and pulled and pulled… “Ow!” cried Pooh. “You’re hurting!” “The fact is,” said Rabbit, “you’re stuck.” ~A.A.Milne

“Hallo, are you stuck?” asked Rabbit.
“N-no,” said Pooh carelessly. “Just resting and thinking and humming to myself.”
“Here, give us a paw.”
Rabbit pulled and pulled and pulled…
“Ow!” cried Pooh. “You’re hurting!”
“The fact is,” said Rabbit, “you’re stuck.” ~A.A.Milne
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It was going to be one of Rabbit’s busy days. He felt important, as if everything depended upon him. It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a Notice, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought About It. It was a Captainish day. ~A.A.Milne #GetOrganizedDay

It was going to be one of Rabbit’s busy days. He felt important, as if everything depended upon him. It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a Notice, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought About It. It was a Captainish day. ~A.A.Milne #GetOrganizedDay
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It is evening, as a woman with young children shops in the brightly-lit vegetable market at Koyasuchō in Kanagawa Prefecture, in this woodblock print by Ishiwata Kōitsu (1931)

It is evening, as a woman with young children shops in the brightly-lit vegetable market at Koyasuchō in Kanagawa Prefecture, in this woodblock print by Ishiwata Kōitsu (1931)
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Suicidal thoughts haunt me every day. I ask people to follow so my voice can reach the world, but everyone ignores me. I feel extremely sad. I am frustrated. IF YOU SEE THIS, SUPPORT ME WITH A KIND WORD chuffed.org/project/178228…

Suicidal thoughts haunt me every day. I ask people to follow so my voice can reach the world, but everyone ignores me. I feel extremely sad. I am frustrated.

IF YOU SEE THIS, SUPPORT ME WITH A KIND WORD

chuffed.org/project/178228…
fares . sh 🇵🇸 (@fares__2001) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I NEED MILK 🍼🍼 ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ we’ll remind you ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ that ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ I desperately need milk for my baby.🍼 chuffed.org/project/suppor…

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nesma 🍉 (@_nesmam) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I'm not ashamed to say this: my daughter has contracted a contagious skin disease (scabies). She's in a lot of pain and cries because she's isolated from other children. She needs treatment and medication. Please help her gofund.me/2e0da262e Or paypal.me/mohajayyab

I'm not ashamed to say this: my daughter has contracted a contagious skin disease (scabies). She's in a lot of pain and cries because she's isolated from other children. She needs treatment and medication. Please help her
gofund.me/2e0da262e
Or
paypal.me/mohajayyab
A.A.Milne (@a_amilne) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders. (“What does ‘under the name’ mean?” asked Christopher Robin. It means he had the name over the door and he lived under it.”) ~A.A.Milne

Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.
(“What does ‘under the name’ mean?” asked Christopher Robin.
It means he had the name over the door and he lived under it.”) ~A.A.Milne