Resurrection Fern

i love this song
every time it comes on, during the dubious scribble of morning pages today, i stop what i’m doing and play it 3 times in a row, sure i’ve posted it here before too!
antithesis of this astonishing sunshine morning, but somehow wherever i am, it always reaches out to me
the guitar insistently rolls, urging forward, yet allowing space for eloquent beauty… dappled with sorrow…
and his voice, a phantasm of tenderness, eluding meaning, croaking poetry
for me, always, a song of adolescence
ah yes… somehow, suprisingly fortified.. on and out into the beautiful day x

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