Lella’s family by Yogani Singh

Lella lifted her head up, her head cocked and listening. Meara stopped talking and listened too.  Rustling and a faint creaking. Meara looked the vines running around the ceiling of the kitchen. It looked like colourful decorations and the acorns hanging from them looked glossy. The vines quivered and the acorns began to vibrate, emitting...

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