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19.10 Happy Birthday Suga “smol-ball-of-sunshine” Kenta!

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On this day in history, January 26, 1837, Michigan is admitted as the 26th U.S. state.

Street map or plan of Detroit, Michigan by Nathaniel Currier dated May, 1837. Printed on front: “City of Detroit, Michigan from late & accurate surveys, May 1837. N. Currier’s [undecipherable] cor. of Nassau & Spruce Sts. N. York. Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1837 by Morse & Brother in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the Southern District of N. York.”

Original map from the Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library.

  • Courtesy of the Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

_The Beatles; England/Inglaterra; London/Londres; Chapel Street; Brian Epstein’s house/Casa do Brian Epstein; Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band; May 19th 1967/19 de maio de 1967.

_Source/Fonte: Solo Beatles Photos Forum.

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New York City in the 1890s and 1900s.

1) Inside the Buffalo Public Library, 1900s.
2) The Dakota at Central Park West, 1890.
3) 5th Avenue and 59th Street, 1897.
4) Emigrant and pretzel vendor. By Alice Austen, 1896.
5) Nassau Street, circa 1905.
6) The Mad Hatter Tea Room, Greenwich Village, circa 1908.
7) Waldorf Astoria Original Site at 5th Ave and 35th Street, 1899.
8) Grand Army Plaza Brooklyn, 1894.
9) Brooklyn Bridge, 1896.
10) The Saint Regis Hotel, 1900s..

_Ringo Starr; England/Inglaterra; London/Londres; Chapel Street; Brian Epstein’s house/Casa do Brian Epstein; Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band; May 19th 1967/19 de maio de 1967.

_Source/Fonte: Solo Beatles Photos Forum.

_Paul and/e Linda McCartney; England/Inglaterra; London/Londres; Chapel Street; Brian Epstein’s house/Casa do Brian Epstein; Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band; May 19th 1967/19 de maio de 1967.

_Source/Fonte: Solo Beatles Photos Forum.

Like Some Old fashioned Miracle

“Oh, Jesus Christ on Heaven’s throne! Emma—stop!” Henry exclaimed, choking on the words. She listened and followed his command, but it still seemed there had been a delay from the time his mind had managed to form the words, his lips to utter them, and the moment when she had taken her mouth from his throat, her palm from his thigh, where she was perilously close to his perilous closeness.

“What is it? What have I done?” Emma asked. Her eyes held a curious amalgam of apprehension and desire and, yes, persistence. He felt her hand right beside his leg, not touching but almost, just as he had almost, almost achieved his impulse and his shame with the scent of her body, some flower he didn’t know her favorite for its place at her neck, her wrists, the softness of her breasts above her stays’ confinement, the way she said his name Henry, Henry darling…

“Nothing. Everything. I would forget myself and I shan’t do it, I cannot treat you thus,” he managed, trying to settle himself, remembering where they were, how soon the wedding would be, how precious Emma was for her soul and not only her physical beauty. She laughed then and it sent a thrill of urgent heat through him. It made his hands shake, driving out nearly everything but the lively feeling of his skin and hers, the memory of her hip in his grasp and the way lust made him hard and aware, the animal God had made before He breathed in soul.

“What a goose you are, Henry! Do you think I haven’t any idea—that I didn’t like it? That I don’t want this?” Emma said, laying her hand on his hip but lightly, the way she might soothe a skittish colt, looking up at him with eyes that were affectionate and knowing, shy enough he wasn’t embarrassed to be the naïf or uneasily puzzled by her confidence.

“It’s a sacrament, isn’t it? There isn’t anything wrong between us, because I love you. I don’t allow this,” she added, stroking her hand along his flank, arching into him and brushing her lips against the edge of his collar. “I long for it, for you, all of you. I can hardly believe you feel the same, when I want you so much, and then when you do—Oh! That’s what kisses are for, isn’t it? When there aren’t words?”

He saw her sweet face and those eyes he’d dreamt of, in tender dreams and terrifying ones and now in his sleeping mind’s conjectures which left him breathless and yearning, Emma beckoning from their bed, struggling to lace a boot, soapily revealed in a copper tub, her hair in a long tail painting the floorboards with the bathwater. She was right so he answered her with his mouth on hers, a hand at her back keeping her close, letting her discover how perfectly matched they were, love and desire, trusting they would recall themselves when they needed, dimly thankful it was Monday and they had only to wait one more day.

_Paul McCartney; England/Inglaterra; London/Londres; Chapel Street; Brian Epstein’s house/Casa do Brian Epstein; Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band; May 19th 1967/19 de maio de 1967.

_Source/Fonte: Solo Beatles Photos Forum.

_Please, don’t smoke/Por favor, não fume.