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"The voice you hear, is not my speaking voice. But my mind's voice. I have not spoken since I was six years old. No one knows why. Not even me. My father says it is a dark talent, and the day I have taken into my head stop breathing, will be my last. Today he married me to a man I have not yet met. Soon my daughter and I shall join him in his own country. My husband said my muteness does not bother him. He writes - God loves stoned creatures, so why not he? We are good he has God's patience. For silence affects everyone in the end. The strange thing is I don't think myself silent. That is because of my piano. I shall miss it on the journey."
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