The Vietnam Womens Memorial on the Mall
Record Group 330: Records of the Office of the Secretary of DefenseSeries: Combined Military Service Digital Photographic Files
Photograph of the Womens Vietnam Memorial in Washington, DC, taken at night. The sculpture shows four figures. A standing woman in military fatigues looks up at the sky while one had reaches behind her to touch another woman who is nursing a wounded soldier. The fourth figure is just visible kneeling behind the other two women. Behind the sculpture, the Washington Monument is visible.
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# 𝒓𝒄𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 ; continued from here.
❝ axl? ❞ erin calls out for what feels like the hundredth time even as her throat begins to close in on her, dainty hand carefully pushing the door to the master bedroom ajar. she hesitates, lingers in the threshold and struggles to calm down her racing heart. she’s beyond terrified of what might await her inside. it’s three in the morning. the clock is still ticking in the distance. tick. tick. tick. and even children know that all horrible things always happen at three in the morning. this house smells like death — the thought crosses her mind involuntarily and refuses to leave. the air is stale and there’s something dark, sinister lingering in it. ❝ @rcsechild? i’m coming in, okay? ❞ maybe he’s asleep, like most people would be at this ungodly hour, and that’s why he’s not answering, and she’s just so paranoid.
but as she steps inside, she finds the room’s been abandoned. much like the living room, the dining room, kitchen, pantry, downstairs bathroom… pale moonlight pouring in through the tall windows being the only source of light because she hasn’t yet mustered enough courage to turn on the bedside lamp. large shadows dancing between moonbeams, pretending to be what they’re not and sending chills down her spine. it’s like a dream, she thinks, a nightmare. everything’s so vivid and real, and yet it almost feels like she’s standing beside her own body, watching it unfold while having absolutely no control over what happens next. she’s growing numb because she’s had this feeling all night, keeping her wide awake — not that she’d manage to sleep otherwise, she doesn’t remember the last time she got more than two hours of undisturbed rest. a voice in the back of her head telling her to go check on her husband. legally, he’s still her husband. their lawyers have already drawn up divorce papers, but they remain unsigned. at least on her end. why? she can’t explain it.
pale blue eyes scan the area reluctantly, having already adjusted to the dark. what is she looking for? a gun? a noose? traces of blood? his feet sticking from the closet? but the room is empty. the only thing that she finds is an envelope, and for a brief second it almost feels like relief. that is until her brain reminds her that most people who commit suicide usually leave goodbye notes… her hands begin to shake as she picks up the envelope and turns it over. she lifts the unsealed flap and pulls out a single folded sheet of plain white paper. she doesn’t really want to read it. part of her is tempted to rip it apart, stand up and run for the door, never look back again. but before she can stop herself, her fingers are already unfolding the paper, gaze landing on familiar handwriting as her body sinks into the mattress. she reads it, every single word. once, twice, three times… over and over and over again. the tremor in her hands increases and she has to lower them, place them in her lap to stop the letter from flapping about in front of her eyes, giving her an even bigger headache. she smooths it out, smearing droplets of water across the paper. water? but — she begins to hyperventilate, not even realizing that there’s tears running down her cheeks. the ink spreads and words blur as more teardrops roll down her face and fall onto the letter.
for the last goodbye… he’s killed himself. he must have finally done it. that’s why he’s not answering her. she’s come here but it’s too late. it dawns on her all at once, that feeling she’s been having… a person knows what the other half of their soul departs — he’s gone. she so selfishly left him, a broken, suffering shell of a man, blamed it all on him and he’s ended it. it’s all her fault. she couldn’t be the wife that he deserved, couldn’t love him how he needed to be loved. she’s read countless of letters written by him, but not one has ever sounded this final. she folds it and tries to put it back in the envelope, but her hands are trembling too much and all she manages to do is cut the pad of her fingertip on the sharp edge. she gives up, crumples it and tucks it into the pocket of her jeans. her mind’s switched off, and her body’s acting on its own accord, moving almost automatically. her legs are weak, trembling as she stands up, as if they were made of jello. he’s here somewhere… and suddenly she thinks she knows exactly where. the one room that she hasn’t set a foot in since that halloween night. shiloh or willow’s nursery. and god does she dread going there…
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BIKNI KILL'S FIRST (official/non-party) "SHOW": December 30, 1990 at the North Shore Surf Club, Olympia, WA. early Unwound, Giant Henry, opened for L7 and Outspoken, alongside Fitz of Depression; as a three-piece at the time, BK (Kathleen, Kathi, Tobi) unannounced joined Giant Henry onstage and used their gear to play one song. this is considered BK's first show by both Tobi and Kathi. EDIT: possible photos from this show are here!
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"The various components of the Astro-1 payload are seen backdropped against the blue and white Earth in this 35mm scene photographed through Columbia's aft flight deck windows. Parts of the Hopkins Ultraviolet Telescope (HUT), Ultraviolet Imaging Telescope (UIT) and the Wisconsin Ultraviolet Photo-Polarimeter Experiment (WUPPE) are visible on the Spacelab Pallet in the foreground. The Broad Band X-Ray Telescope (BBXRT) is behind this pallet and is not visible in this scene. The smaller cylinder in the foreground is the "Igloo," which is a pressurized container housing the Command and Data Management System, which interfaces with the in-cabin controllers to control the Instrument Pointing System (IPS) and the telescopes."
NASA ID: STS035-13-008
Date: December 2-10, 1990
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Joan Severance by Michel Comte
- Max France, December 1990
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Photograph of Tracy Chapman and Eric Clapton Performing at a White House Special Olympics Dinner
Collection WJC-WHPO: Photographs of the White House Photograph Office (Clinton Administration)Series: Photographs Relating to the Clinton Administration
This color photograph shows singers Tracy Chapman and Eric Clapton on stage performing. Both are standing at microphones and holding guitars. In the background there are small lights and gossamer fabrics decorating the stage.
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