I asked my daughter if she enjoyed watching Daniel Day-Lewis. She said, "I didn't get to see him at all. What I saw was Abraham Lincoln, right before my eyes."
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- Grażyna Bacewicz's String Quartet No. 4
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- a war elegy...and something else
- I'm all ears
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- I just heard and saw...
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- a description of Hamas
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- Because we exist...
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- Ilya Kaminsky -- a poet who reaches me
- The Shepherd on the Rock
- "The Noble Rise Above"
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- a colorful and delightful mazurka!
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