A pair of tiny hands pulled back the curtains, and a sleepy voice broke the silence.
"So, it's time, is it? Give me another five minutes and I'll get my boots on."
Doorsteps are always cold in winter, beyond the warmth of modern central heating systems. They mark the border between the harshness of wintry weather and cosy homes. On one side of this border
David was a bright little boy.
Bright in mind and bright in spirit. There was little that didn't fascinate him. How did someone think of the wheel? How did someone come up with the recipe for crus
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