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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