
Four tracks of skeletal acoustic folk and diary-entry lyrics. A fragile, tape-hissed document of family, travel, and the quiet weight of being human.
It sounds like someone playing guitar in the room next to you while you're trying to fall asleep.
A quiet, unvarnished intimacy that feels like a shared secret between the artist and listener.
The writing leans far further into family than the rest of the catalogue.
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