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Violineage
The story of a lost violin. (via LA Observed)
But for me, it's likely that only memories will be left if the Alcantara is sold—of the worthiest of legal battles for a violin-making lawyer, where the prize was rare and ours; of the feel of the subtle slope and rise of the violin's archings and scroll; of a sweet and transporting sound that washed over a room of people who listened in absolute silence; of a violin's labyrinthian past that is more lost than found, filled with ghosts like Nadia Tupica and a Spanish duke. I cannot pierce the past's barrier and retrieve those who are gone forever, but I can sense them. The bridge that is the Alcantara, by name and deed, links the centuries and its inhabitants.