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Steve Holden > an Aspen landmark and one of the few vestiges of what the town used to be
Steve Holden > Motorcycling photo
Steve Holden > Motorcycling photo
Steve Holden > Motorcycling photo
Steve Holden > The poem on the tomb was translated by a family friend (thanks Réal!): La derniere feuille-Gautier Dans la foret chauve et rouillee Il ne reste plus au rameau Qu'une pauvre feuille oubliee, Rien qu'une feuille et qu'un oiseau. Il ne reste plus en mon ame Qu 'un suel amour pour y chanter; Mais le vent d'automne, que brame, Ne permet pas de l'ecouter. L 'oiseau s 'en va, la feuille tombe, L'amour s 'eteint, car c 'est l'hiver. Petit oiseau, viens sur ma tombe Chanter quand l'arbre sera vert. In the bleak and blighted forest Nothing is left on the branches But a poor forgotten leaf, Nothing but a leaf and a bird. Nothing is left in my soul Except a lone love which sings there; But the autumn wind that howls Does not allow it to be heard. The bird flies away, the leaf falls, Love is waning, for winter is here. Little bird, come to my tomb To sing when the tree is green again.
Steve Holden > Al-Kout mall in Fahaheel
Steve Holden > A type of gazebo along the corniche
Steve Holden > Aaron Tippin came by for a Thanksgiving concert. He was good, he had a crazy-eyed look that had you imagining him driving an old pickup out the gate with some good 'ol boys and tearing the insurgents a new one.
Steve Holden > Motorcycling photo
an Aspen landmark and one of the few vestiges of what the town used to be
Steve Holden > an Aspen landmark and one of the few vestiges of what the town used to be
an Aspen landmark and one of the few vestiges of what the town used to be
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