
A collection of hushed, analog folk-pop that feels like a fading polaroid. Breezy acoustic guitars and wistful vocals for quiet afternoons and reflective travel.
It’s the musical equivalent of a favorite old sweater and a rainy Sunday morning.
A gentle, suburban melancholy balanced by melodic warmth and quiet resilience.
Sunday Morning saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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