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A new constellation has been added to the night skies, The Knight, was what people called him, and this is his story. 

Amidst the crowd of dancers,

Shimmying, swaying, grooving, 

She moves like a snake controlled by an enchanter.
Into the moon,

The crickets, the bugs, the dew,

We creep into the shadows, 

When I was young, my grandmother told me to not stick my hand out the window while she was driving. When I asked why, she would say that my arm would fly off and I’d never get it back.