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“Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.”

Quote by A. A. Milne

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A. A. Milne
A. A. Milne

A. A. Milne was a British author renowned for his children's literature, particularly for creating the endearing characters Winnie-the-Pooh and Christopher Robin. Born on January 18, 1882, and deceased on January 31, 1956, Milne's contributions have left a lasting imprint on the world of children's literature. more

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