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“I hate the word practice. Practice breeds inurement. Instead of discovering, of distinguishing traits that are deeply hidden or merely veiled, one ends seeing nothing anymore. One ceases to be aware.”

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Wanda Landowska

Wanda Landowska, born on July 5, 1879, and died on August 16, 1959, was a renowned harpsichordist. She is known for her unique playing style and significant contributions to the music of the harpsichord. more

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