
A collection of fragile, sleep-deprived folk songs. Acoustic guitars and hushed vocals recorded so closely you can hear the artist's pulse.
It sounds like someone whispering their secrets to you while the rest of the world is asleep.
A quiet, fragile exploration of the internal world during the hours of isolation.
The writing leans a touch further into self examination than the rest of the catalogue.
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