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"Now," Elena said, standing up and reaching for her partner's hand. "Enough work. The sun is setting, and I believe we have a bottle of wine with our names on it."

"You're overthinking the lens again," Elena said, her voice warm and grounded. She adjusted the drape of her silk shawl, her silver hair catching the late afternoon sun. "Just look at me, Sarah. Not the camera."

Sarah stepped back, her eye finding the viewfinder. She didn't pose Elena. Instead, she waited for the moment Elena looked toward the window, a small, private smile playing on her lips as she watched a hawk circle the canyon outside. Click.

"I want to get this right," Sarah whispered. "I want people to see what I see." "And what is that?"