I wrote this song last winter in my apartment in Boston. The long nights, bare trees, and ice-y winds reminded me that winter is a season of death-- it was f**king cold and dark and lonely-- but death always makes me think of rebirth-- and rebirth always makes me think how we're just the same matter being spit out in different shapes and sizes anyway. Being from Oregon, most of our trees are evergreen and they stand resilient through the winter season. I like to think of myself as evergreen. I think music is evergreen too.
And love, and friends, and stories, and movies.
And fairies 🧚👼
You can listen to the song here: poof!
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