❧ No flesh sits upon my face; I wear a mask or a veil at all times, but no one seems to mind when I start playing
❧ I am Silwiya, youngest daughter of my family, born in the late 16th century; I am an acclaimed violinist.
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❧ My first solo recital, Danika gifts me a beautiful comb to mark the occassion.
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❧ Mother insists I am seen practicing my embroidery; Josef prefers a homemaker to an artist.
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❧ A brisk winter day, my stallion steps high as he carries me to see Gabriel.
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❧ Celia finds me, used and discarded— the skin of my face hanging in ribbons from Josef's cruelties