
A collection of literate, cello-driven indie folk that feels like a long walk through a foggy forest during the first week of autumn.
It's the musical equivalent of a warm cup of coffee on a foggy October morning.
A gentle, nostalgic warmth that feels like revisiting a cherished memory in the fading light of day.
The writing leans notably further into nostalgia than the rest of the catalogue.
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