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As twilight settles, you light the white wax on the golden candlesticks. The hand-punched metal texture refracts the firelight into starbursts, casting swaying grapevine shadows on the linen tablecloth. The moment I push the door open, the hot wax falls right into the recessed baroque base - like a late drop of amber. We sit opposite each other across a liquid sunlight, the patina green and champagne gold flowing over the rim of the glass as you turn the candlestick. In the sudden burst of candlelight, I see crushed diamonds borrowed from eighteenth-century European courts resting on your eyelashes, while the entire twenty-first-century night outside the window is being pushed farther away by this cupping of quivering light.