comb the night away

this barrage of poetry-writing has left my brain weirdly depleted, so here’s something in lieu of the usual attempt to be reflective or whatever: andrew combs’ “all these dreams,” an utterly sublime album, perfect mood music for long commutes, eating lunch alone, and staring at the ceiling.

 

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