Rachel Ries, a chilly Sunday companion

Sundays are universally chill and, this time of the year, chilly. A few things are comforting. Blankets. Family. Cocoa. Rachel Ries. The Chicago via South Dakota native sounds like a slowly smoldering fire, creeping across empty prairies. Timid enough to warm your hands around, but strong enough to withstand the sweeping winds hellbent on putting her out.

Here We Lie in Wait
Hands to Water
[from Without a Bird|buy]


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