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Whenever we have crab, shrimp or lobster for dinner, Gra lovingly pulls out the meat for both Atari & me. We love her so much.
Mildred et Richard Loving s'aiment et décident de se marier. Rien de plus naturel – sauf qu'il est blanc et qu'elle est noire dans l'Amérique ségrégationniste de 1958. L'État de Virginie où les Loving ont décidé de s'installer les poursuit en justice : le couple est condamné à une peine de prison, avec suspension de la sentence à condition qu'il quitte l'État. Considérant qu'il s'agit d'une violation de leurs droits civiques, Richard et Mildred portent leur affaire devant les tribunaux. Ils iront jusqu'à la Cour Suprême qui, en 1967, casse la décision de la Virginie. Désormais, l'arrêt "Loving v. Virginia" symbolise le droit de s'aimer pour tous, sans aucune distinction d'origine.
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My paternal grandmother, Margaret (Marjorie) Morgan Klumm (1895-1970), first wife of Elliott Gardner.
Portrait given to Elliott Gardner (?), circa 1910s
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Did this last year with a pic of my grandfather who passed away in '98. He's birthday is coming up on Sept 10th so I thought I would add this also
Bordô Noite Opaco. Detalhe do fecho. Sabe aquela cor que você não sabe definir direito porque dependendo da iluminação ela assume uma tonalidade diferente? É o caso desta cor, bordô noite. ;-)
Eu tinha uma blusa que durante o dia era vinho e à noite era marrom... =P
While at the county fair, I sat down on the grass. Then I realized a bench was next to me, but I also noticed it had a note etched into it, which made me feel it was necessary to catch it in a picture.
It reads:
"
In Loving Memory Of
Nancy Stephenson
1951-1957
"
I can only assume she drowned here, I could be wrong however.
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part of layout 'right now, i am...'
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A male sand-loving wasp, Tachytes sp., guards his territory from a perch on a wire fence. Atchison County Park, Kansas, USA, August 16, 2021.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part, because that is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement. It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "In love", which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an are and a fortunate accident. We had roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.