
Four tracks of skeletal, whispered indie folk. Close-mic acoustic guitars and fragile vocals create a sense of profound, wintery isolation.
It's like a warm blanket for when you're feeling a very specific kind of lonely.
A fragile, wintery stillness that feels like a shared secret in a quiet room.
Winter saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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