Applewater Kimi Recor

There is an old story that somewhere out past the water there is an island where the hurt get taken to heal or to rest. You can't decide to go. It only turns up in the fog and only for people who truly need it. The old name for the place means the isle of apples. This record is the water that holds and hides this place. You know how you make applewater? You put fruit in water and you leave it and you wait. You don't add anything. The fruit goes soft and then rotten, and the water fills with its flavor, its life, until one day it isn't really water anymore. It's the thing that died in it, carrying on... Grief steeped so deep that it turned into a place, a never-ending pool, a place you can look at across the water and never reach. The apple keeps its own secret too. Cut one across the middle instead of top to bottom, and the seeds make a small five-pointed star. In the songs, that star is where you send someone when you can't keep them safe anymore. Forbidden knowledge from the garden, the golden fruit of never dying, love and growth and then one last secret folded into a small ordinary thing: the star you bring someone home to. This is a record for the power of women and the unbearable grief and wild joy it holds.