“She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.” ― John Crowley, Little, Big
A bird song. A charm. These are the opening moments of Eerie Wanda’s Pet Town, the latest from Holland’s Marina Tadic. “I walk alone again,” she sings on the album’s . . .
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