red riding hood

I’m not running

I’m going back to them

Hanging out with the family

Running up the hill

Do you mind picking up those groceries on the way

Stopped short of the end

If only to play

lute \ lute // flute \ flute
Singing a song

Wind & stringed instruments

Humming along

Trilling and thrilling for my ears to hear

Sounding as nature

With nothing to fear

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