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Mozart und Beethoven: Klavierquintette mit Bläsern

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By Paul Mitchell Verified
| NDR (Germany) Verified
Kammermusik im Rolf-Liebermann-Studio: Der junge englische Pianist Martin James Bartlett spielt am 6. Oktober gemeinsam mit einer Bläserformation des NDR Elbphilharmonie Orchesters Werke von Mozart und Beethoven. Mo, 06.10.2025 | 20 Uhr Hamburg, Rolf-Liebermann-Studio (Oberstr.
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Over a century ago, Christmas truce brought period of calm to war-ravaged men

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By Paul Mitchell Verified
| Powhatan Today Verified
Rev. James Sutherland-Watt served as the rector of St. Luke’s, Manakin, Emanuel and Grub Hill Episcopal Churches simultaneously from 1938 until his fatal car accident on Jan. 6, 1941. Rev. Sutherland-Watt was an extraordinary man who had an internationally-renown experience as an infantryman in the Scottish Gordon Highlanders Regiment, fighting in the Western Front trenches for four years during The Great War. James was born in Aberdeen, Scotland, on Sep.
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The Day the Wave Came – by Paul Mitchell | Australian Literary Arts Magazine | ISLAND

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By Paul Mitchell Verified
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Morning sunlight through the kitchen window warmed my stubbled face and I finished filling the sink with hot water and soap suds. I turned off the tap and picked up the silver pot that I hadn’t been able to cram into the dishwasher last night. It smelt of the Portuguese-style chicken dish Leah had made, a meal she’d dubbed ‘our last supper’. I hadn’t laughed, or eaten much. My dressing gown sleeves drooped into the dishwater so I rolled them up, tighter this time.
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