Much like the girl in the red hood,
I would set off to my grandmother’s,
On a voyage for solace,
And didn’t realize how many wolves were after me in the process.
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 1:26 PM UTC
Much like the girl in the red hood,
I would set off to my grandmother’s,
On a voyage for solace,
And didn’t realize how many wolves were after me in the process.
I miss you, Gramma. Thank you for always being my safe place.
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