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π’œ page in an old book someone almost threw out, but didn't. 𝒴ou don't notice her right away, but the longer you stay near her, the more you start to feel like you're reminded of something you never knew. π’œncient, steady. β„‹aunted, maybe. ℬut she walks through it like she belongs there. β—Œβ³Šπ…„

π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘Ž π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘™....  π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ.... 

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  • communion park jiha
  • decalcomanie lucia
  • every letter i sent you baek yerin
  • orphee johann johannsson
  • post bjork

Though a small selection of her ecletic taste, these mentions illustrate her habits of listening to music the way some people touch prayer beads; each note a small invocation, each silence a reckoning. She gravitates towards sounds that echo, dissolve, and return once again. Not exacly curated by mood, but feeling. Nabi enjoys longing, weather systems for emotion; a door cracked open between heart and form.

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