"Winter
brushed by a burnt sky we will burn together
in the plaster of a cold gail pounding upon our breasts
with the charms of the afternoon chill and enchanted voices
we rest with the souls of winter".
in the plaster of a cold gail pounding upon our breasts
with the charms of the afternoon chill and enchanted voices
we rest with the souls of winter".
Released 14 December 2013
Mastered by David Teboul
Photograph by Peter Nejedly
Poem by Emily Loren Moss Ferrell
Photograph by Peter Nejedly
Poem by Emily Loren Moss Ferrell
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