The Patter of Tiny Feet
March 7th 2009 DAY 120
Suddenly awake in the dead of the night, it was pitch black but there was no mistaking the sound of the patter of those tiny feet around the campsite and over the roof of the trailer tent, I heard a shuffle by the zipper and I could hear that familiar sound of the zip pulls clinking together. Sitting upright in bed, I grabbed the torch and flicked it around the tent, we were still all
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