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Tonight I'm sitting in a hauntingly silent recording studio nestled in the heart of the prairies. I find myself pondering the hypocritical quandary that is Joal Kamps. There are swelling gusts of wind passing across the rolling Albertan landscapes, howling as they dance around unfinished joints and window frames. The clouds forming to the West look like a wall of darkness. The people from in town say a storm is coming.

Wash me white as snow.

-J04L