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Inside the greenhouse that was supposed to protect her, her emotions slowly warped into the shape of their pot
Kindness that had been overwatered, vines that were never cut back, dead leaves she could not throw away, soil that never suited her
She was not withered
She simply had nowhere left to put down her roots
Arlith Sove's first album is a humid botanical art pop record that portrays emotion through the acts of growing, pruning, and repotting it