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California, Fort Bragg, San Francisco, folks, landscapes and songs. A west-coast Françoise Hardy maybe some fourty years later? It is beautifully sung and played, it is all the love you wanted to hear and feel inside, it is also on the verge of Baden Powell’s early scoutism sometime (or Soeur Sourire’s Dominique-Nique-Nique). Another album that could have well been recorded in 1969 already and released on Vanguard or something … not that new, but a bit »freshier« maybe?

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