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The air smelled sweet and warm. I looked down. Tiny red and green beads were scattered across the paper beneath my boots. I flexed my knee slightly, feeling the small plastic joint give way. It worked. Carefully, I lifted my right foot and tapped a single stray sprinkle. It crunched, rolling an inch forward against the yellow bowl. I am moving. I stood steady, watching the little sugar bead rest.