By the time it came to the edge of the forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there someday."
What we lose in the sparkle we make up for in peace...I find.
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I forgot about that book! I love that book!
I might even buy that book, again. . .
you go girl...rebel...
I totally love that book!! I can't believe you have it. I so need to borrow it. Where on earth did you find it?!
Wow...I've had that book for several years...it's one of my favorites...I love all things Pooh...
And YES...you NEED this book...
(sniff)...i like it too...
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