Do you like songs that remind you of the life you spent as a child in the countryside? The sky never changing from the vivid pink of sunset, the cool breeze ruffling through the tall fields of golden wheat and your hair, as your soared gloriously from the tire swing hanging from that old oak tree? No? Man, I’ve made myself wistful for a time I just completely made up, but dangit, that’s where this supremely beautiful and heartfelt song will take you.

Anna Atkinson hails from the far too talented land of Canada, where she brings us a whole mess of sparsely instrumented, but elegant tunes that I guess could be considered dark folk. It’ll pluck you right in the feels, I tells ya!

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