Dale held the metallic box gingerly as it’s eye began to blink. The shutter blade snapping back and forth gently vibrated the machine in his hand. They both silently observed Gaines as she danced with her third paranoid eye fixated on his camera. He tenderly leaned and rolled each limb and muscle to accumulate every angle of her warm, radiant orb. Each silver halide crystal meticulously caught the intricacies of her presence like that of a silk web spun from a spider’s spinneret. Gaines twirled on, unaware of how she was liberating the emptiness held within the motion camera’s silver halide salts and gelatin. Embedded in it was now the still unvisible spectrum of shade and tone. She quickly glanced up into the seats where her friends were sitting, letting out a faint smile. Expressionless and concentrated, Dale held the shivering camera statically, recording on, giving Gaines immortality. Dale wrapped his hand around the aperture and slowly began to twist it clockwise, letting the camera’s vision ease into blindness.
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