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I play viola... but I'm really a singer." "That's not really what you are," she says frankly. Her directness startles me. "What do you mean?" It maybe what you do. But even a voice can be taken from you.

My father's viola. It is a forest. It is a living tree. It is the heartwood of our family. My father's viola is over to hundred years old, even older than Germany. It is the color of well-done pastry, shining like apricot glaze.

The limbs of a stand of birch tree hold up the forest's form like women's bones. This grove has a magnetic pull, beckoning toward a carpet of blue-green mosses where I long to lie on my back and sing into the leaves. But it is a place where bodies were stacked, and I don't want to make friends with trees that once hid the dead.

They tear the bread into tiny pieces and roll them between their fingers into fine crumbs, tossing them to the peeping birds. Amazing, to have a piece of bread to share with birds. The man is a millionaire.

They took my voice," I told her. " I have nothing to sing for." "No. No. That isn't true. Don't let them have that victory. Don't you dare!