A hot breeze pushed tumbleweeds down the empty streets, past yellowed album reviews and top ten lists. As a buzzard circled lazily overhead, a solitary horse whinnied “He-FEE-to”. The doors…
Jacob Collier
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A hot breeze pushed tumbleweeds down the empty streets, past yellowed album reviews and top ten lists. As a buzzard circled lazily overhead, a solitary horse whinnied “He-FEE-to”. The doors…