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I made these pieces while wondering how to fold the sky into an envelope.
While everyone begins April with a small lie, I chose to send something honest instead. The kind of memories that donβt fade, like ink stains on a school uniform sleeve, the bright sunlight spilling over a morning bike ride, and the names that never quite left, lingering quietly inside.
This album is the clearest kind of greeting I can send you. When you open it, a soft ripple and traces of a blue spring will follow.
Maybe youth is just that, carrying letters we never finished into the next season. The words left unsaid have turned into notes, and I hope they reach you, gently.
P.S. No returns. By now, a clear sky has already settled inside you.
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