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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But Kris, about the shark, PLEASE, "Al tiftach peh lasatan" (as we say in Hebrew, Don't say something the devil might overhear [literally, Don't open your mouth to the satan]). Israel TV last night showed the Australian river where the poor girl was snatched by a croc. Oi Gott...
All i feel like doing rigth now is cuddling Henry and Ezra for hours together... What fun Jen and u must have with these two...
P.S: Girls are not scary
I agree with Priyanka that Jen and you must surely be enjoying these beautiful cuddling days with Henry and Ezra. touchwood...