
Sixteen minutes of skeletal piano and whispered folk. A collection of fragile, blink-and-you-miss-them vignettes that feel like reading a private diary.
It's like someone turned their most private thoughts into sixteen minutes of beautiful, quiet music.
A fragile, fleeting collection of thoughts that feels like a secret shared in a dark room.
The production is pushed notably harder into sparse bare than this artist usually allows.
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