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Chapter 11
Chapter 11Even with his sunglasses on, the sun was blinding, softened only by the breaks in the horizon of the vineyard buildings and the rows and rows of green stretching across the countryside. Trip followed along with the group, half-listening to the guide as his gaze kept straying to scenery. It was a beautiful backdrop, and though his brain went automatically to how he’d use it in a shoot, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of shots he could get of the workers bowed in the fields. Close-ups of gnarled hands. A long shot where the people merged with the plants. He was itching to get his camera out, right then and there. At his side, Christian was captivated by the history the tour guide was detailing. Between stealing glances at the vineyards, Trip turned his eyes in the opposite d
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