Music Farm - Vince's Farewell
Vince rounded up his posse for one last blast in the west.
Nothing like a highveld sunset.
Sorry guys, can't find my glasses.
I think, therefore I am, I wonder.
Life seems to be passing me by.
Where are you headed?
Life resembles art.
How many of us are there.
I see dead people.
Saffron gives her best cover-girl look.
I believe I can fly.
1920's sex appeal.
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