SteveGa: A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
SteveGa: But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep
SteveGa: Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
SteveGa: The Dance of Death
SteveGa: Match point
SteveGa: You must consider the bottom line
SteveGa: The Sound Of One Hand Clapping
SteveGa: The Sound Of One Hand Clapping
SteveGa: Look into the seeds of time
SteveGa: It's yesterday once more
SteveGa: Beneath the wind
SteveGa: Tease Me, Please Me
SteveGa: Leaves of Grass III
SteveGa: Leaves Of Grass II
SteveGa: Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself
SteveGa: Leaves Of Grass I
SteveGa: If God had wanted us to play football in the sky, He'd have put grass up there
SteveGa: A certain breathing room for the spirit.
SteveGa: Prickly when touched
SteveGa: Leaf
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SteveGa: Colour in a blue landscape
SteveGa: Red Berry