Next to the flowering meadow of wild grasses in all their variance, there is a large field of young wheat, glaucous, uniform in habit and in height, but tipped with spindrift by the gentle play of the wind. Again, in place of an actual space, I could see only brush marks on a flat surface, and the immaculate shading of Gary Thorne’s colouring pencils.
Red's Kingdom 
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