THE FEED

Moving week just ended, which means my guitar is somewhere in a box labeled "kitchen." So far I have found the kettle, a lamp, nine mugs and the instruction manual for a toaster I don't own. The new neighborhood has a good bakery and a terrible echo in the stairwell, and I've already written two songs there.

New in the shop: lyric prints on thick paper. Pick a song, I'll hand-letter it.

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Cheese Moon

Junko Tamura · Cardinal Directions

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