LJI entry“Abuela, Abuela, tell us a story!” Firelight sparkled in the children’s luminous brown eyes as they eagerly gathered around the campfire. Though the wind blowing off the channel was cold, the fire warmed both their little bodies as well as their enthusiasm. Beech and yew trees gave some shelter. Grandmother Cristina was here to share her
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