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Weyes Blood

Natalie Mering is in love with a dead man, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Before the weather (thankfully) changed suit in the direction of fall, and as the stars aligned to allow Mary Lattimore temporary passage to a remote part of New York City, deep into the furthest climes of Rockaway Beach, the three of us courted sunset in the company of a long decomposed corpse named “Robert” to set a soul to peace eulogized with the comfort and clarity of the songs of Weyes Blood.

“Bad Magic” to animate the bones and set them to waltzing in the surf… “Cardamom” as a rare material in the alchemy.

“The blind see through me,

see through me.”