She sinks her feet into the dewy leaves with no reservation. Her feet are cold and free. She's not the kind of girl that sings in mousey whispers. Her volume is expanding clearly through the autumn sky molecules like they never knew what hit 'em. She combines folk, country and jazz as if they were interchangeable. All of them, her at once.
words by: Nada Alic
video by: Humble Empire
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o0Leena0o 1 year ago