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Late November music, not fall, not quite winter. Haunting electro-acoustic folk. An old vacant house, a tiny island, hearing your name called while walking on a crowded street. Memories leaving you unsure of who they belong to.
Late November music, not fall, not quite winter. Haunting electro-acoustic folk. An old vacant house, a tiny island, hearing your name called while walking on a crowded street. Memories leaving you unsure of who they belong to.