
Twelve tracks of skeletal folk and domestic intimacy. Recorded with such proximity you can hear the wood of the guitar and the catch in her throat.
It sounds like someone whispering their life story to you in a kitchen at 3 AM while the snow falls outside.
A quiet, domestic vulnerability that feels both fragile and incredibly resilient.
The writing leans far further into family than the rest of the catalogue.
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