
Five tracks of skeletal, home-recorded folk. A raw snapshot of isolation, hometown regression, and the quiet panic of returning to a younger self.
It's the sound of a Vermont winter and a quarter-life crisis recorded in a bedroom.
A quiet, anxious intimacy that feels like a whispered confession in a cold room.
The production is built around stripped back than this artist usually allows.
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