I figured out the chords Westover was playing, followed by the notes he was singing over them, and the answer felt too simple - like I'd just ruined the magic trick by pointing out the rabbit was in the hat all along.
Built like a teenage diary, witnessing her intimate life through the pages. The songs off 'Ruins' come across speckled with tear marks, ruffled with fears. Slow-burning into growth and relief.
