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Nemo vir magnus aliquo afflatu divino unquam fuit.

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HAPPY THIRD BIRTHDAY EZRA!!!!





Thus, we shall celebrate in the usual This is Your Life-style with a trip through the three magnificent years that Ezra has spent on planet Earth...


47 seconds after birth. RHH Birth Centre, July 2008.


Day four. Home, Geilston Bay. July 2008.


After dinner nap. August 2008


Brothers! Home, Geilston Bay, Spring, 2008


You handsome devil! Home, Geilston Bay. Summer 2009.

This is part one of a six part series...
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Tom said…
happy bday, Ez
19 July 2011 at 06:59
Kris McCracken said…
I've passed your well wishes on Tom!
19 July 2011 at 10:32
Roddy said…
It doesn't seem like three years.
I hope he has a magnificent day.
We are at present anchored off Gladstone, Queensland. Awaiting orders. We are or we aren't going to Mackay.
19 July 2011 at 12:41
Kris McCracken said…
Make a run for Fiji...
24 July 2011 at 12:48
Roddy said…
No! The first engineer is from there and he may jump ship.
24 July 2011 at 20:45
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