Into The Moss - 5 November 2020

A sunken raft of weeds woven into a verdant morass of sound, song and story by the whinnying horses of the Ear Pocket hotel. This week: There’s little consolation in your poopy-pants words when the birds are an oily bag of bones. Show archive at soundcloud.com/into-the-moss. Contact intothemossradio@gmail.com.