Two cinnamon sticks dance a passionate duet. A choir of mixed colour pepper corals glide back and forth and around the cinnamon’s backs. The sticks form a valley. A new stage for two cloves to meet and butt crowns. A bay leaf floats towards the stage, like a curtain closing. It rests in the cleave between the cinnamon, pinning the cloves between leaf and wood. Four slices of ginger float on the periphery, like balconies in a theater. Who’s watching... The heat has been turned out. The dancers slow down, their movements becoming more pronounced. From a steamy frenzy to a ballet to Bhutto to stillness. A tiny clove closes the act. Emerging from the hiding place beneath a ginger, swimming towards the bay leaf – rocking the island oh so gently. Setting everything in motion once more. A ginger breaks out from the others and becomes a cloud, two slices turn towards her like wings … a flower blooming under water. A ginger arches above the dancers and stage... the sun going from east
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