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I first heard this album with tea in my hand, the sun shining through the late winter day and fungus in my mind. It was the most content I'd felt with existence.
I have now just woken to the sound of the last track having fallen asleep with the album on repeat, it affected my dreams so beautifully. There's a tear in my eye, everything is fine. wideeyedtoad