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I smell paint. Big hands scoop me up – from my cradle. I’m suspended through air. Wrapped in a blanket. Cold air touches my throat. I jolt. Through every step. Big feet. Left, right, left, right. Walking up. Up. Up a long path, a hill, dark green and dewy. Streetlamps flick past. Up, further up the hill, to the top. I’m lifted in the air, up high into darkness.

I see buildings, lights. The birdcage. I twist my head to look up. Stars – all the night’s stars for me to see.