I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral
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Both of them are adorable, but seems like Ezra is more jovial and Henry was a bit serious when he was at Ezra's age. Even now Henry looks very philosophical and dushtu-bichu (well, these are some words from my language - Bengali - and I used them because I don't know what the equivalent english words are. Rough translations are some naughty child who alwasys think of some naughty clever ideas and thus drives parents and everyone around crazy. But the words are used in good sense, in adulation, loving sense).
Waiting to see how Ezra will become in two years time :-D...
You had me stumped at first, cuz I thought those eyes looked familiar.
Wow, I just can't resist loving those eyes!! They befit the phrase 'eyes are the windows to the soul'! Lucky you to be able to enjoy looking at those big, round eyes!!