One of those records that, for some surprising reason, I'm always kind of quietly really bowled over by when I put it on, and then forget about for ages. A lot of it is nostalgia clouding my judgement probably, but whatever, she's a very underrated songwriter.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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