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The drive was three hours. He didn't listen to music or the radio. He just drove, the image of the drawn door burning behind his eyes.

Not for another man, or out of anger. She left because of a quiet, implacable sadness that had been growing between them for years, a distance that Elias had mistaken for peace. She took a suitcase and her gardening gloves and went to live with her sister in Portland. The house, a creaking Victorian with too many rooms, became a museum of silence. drawing series

Day 64.

The drawings grew bolder. He began to incorporate collage. A dried rose petal from the garden she'd planted. A corner of a grocery list she'd left on the counter ( milk, eggs, the good olive oil ). A single strand of long, silver-brown hair he found caught in the bristles of her hairbrush. He glued these relics to the paper and drew around them, into them, making the objects themselves into lines, into shadows. The drive was three hours