The beat goes on. The Birds Persist.

Listen if you're weird.

Rain, resurrection, and radical humanity. A letter from the edge.

Listen if you're weird.

Love,

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Hey you,

I knew you’d find me.

This isn’t really a podcast—not in the usual sense. It’s a letter. Written in ink and blood and a little laughter.

Recorded so you'd know I mean it.

If you're here, maybe I’m writing to you too.

Maybe I’ve got the words you haven’t found yet.

Maybe the medicine I’ve collected is exactly what you need.

We’ll see...

Love,

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