And so I find myself, over three days, encapsulated like a fly in amber within the bonds of that gaze. Had I not known of it, I could have borne the shade, but now I'm transported into another world, and during my process, my lens is  drawn like a magnet to the hands and the line of contact between Beauchamp and the window.

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