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Greedy hands are smacked away from “not ready” food, leaving the would be thief to nurse red welts at the dinner table Heady aromas and savory scents permeate the air, bringing forth a sudden surplus of stomach rumbles and saliva Dented metal forks and dull knives await the disaster to come with gloom acceptance, clean plates wait their inevitable dirtying at the hands of those whom had just cleaned them Independents gather at a single point, waiting for their feeding to begin, individuals becoming a group, even if only till all the food is gone The phenomenon begins as soon as the final person has taken their place, as soon as th

Three stars orbit slowly in the midnight sky, calm, careful circles revealing a slow but passionate dance At first, the gravity that binds them allows for only slow, painstakingly cautious circuits Thus, the dance begins, steady and attentive, unsure feet working in unpracticed tandem Gradually, gravity brings the cosmic entities closer and closer, the dance know becoming smoother and more fluid, sensations once completely alien now become familiar and comforting Tendrils of molten light now arc between the three beings of eternal fire, hands reaching out to grasp their partners as their dance quickens The surface of each of the massive balls