Amaphupho
20 songs; 1 hour, 28 minutes, and 22 seconds
It starts somewhere low with a hum in the floorboards and a voice that feels older than the room. Then something lifts just enough to notice the air thinning, brightening, electric at the edges.
A smear. A double back. A melody slipping under the skin and staying there while time stretches wide, then snaps tight. By the end there’s light everywhere. When I wake, I wonder—has anything actually changed?
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