The first photograph I ever took of Elias was of his hands.

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He was sitting at the kitchen table in the apartment we shared in East Village, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. The hands were forty-year-old hands—veined, with knuckles that had been broken once (a baseball accident when he was twelve, he told me, though I suspected he was lying about the accident part) and a scar on the left thumb from a kitchen...

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