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Jazz Nights In Winter Voices saturated in conversation ripple over sounds enthusiastic in melody in a café basement on Walton street, Oxford Jazz nights in winter, warms bones chilled by Northern winds.
Sounds of Aretha, sung with kindness accompany, food piping hot and red wine, room temperature bones and muscles tight and tense from stress fall in surrender to relaxation…
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