To have the life of the face of a cliff, to open out, feel the wind layered in, and not to hold movements that fracture us, and know you fold every shape into your house. We’re settling, pressuring underground. So let it turn like it wants to. Silt out doubt. To lift tides, roots, moss, shade, fire, sun. And not to shout, “Hurry! I have to run.”
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This is the album that has gotten me through the pandemic. It has provided peace when peace was nowhere else to be found. It has provided joy when joy was elusive. It has inspired gratitude when darkness and cynicism have crept in. Thank you Andrew. Polygondwanajams