Memories of places, vacancies, allusions, are fundamental characters in the Los Angeles-based harpist Mary Lattimore's evocative craft. Inside her music, wordless narratives, indefinite travelogues, and braided events skew into something enchantingly new. In 2018, from a redwood barn nestled in the hills of San Francisco, emanates her second full-length release. The record sojourns between silences and speech, between being alien in promising new places and feeling torn from old native havens.