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Let me bring you love from the fields! Field recordings from half forsaken and decaying places with creaky broken objects, rubble and assorted scrap. Ancient battlefields - now forgotten - where the grain grows on the graves of nameless warriors (drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, eh?). A mysterious light seen moving among the crops during a certain dog day night. And the magnetic fields that ensnare the sounds. The Knight of Pentacles and The Rye Wolf.
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