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The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

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nyc - day 39

to the city that I once loved anthropomorphically

how

was it the rosed colored glasses I wore

the two subway stop commute

the mitski powered walks down museum mile at dusk

I loved you so much

the Park Avenue tulips in spring

the white tree lights at Christmas

was it simply the not knowing

the blissful ignorance of life before covid

life before sickness and death

love before sickness and death

by: jackie hinke

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hurry up, spring

instagram | beemerryfarm

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spain - day ?

all of the clocks

in all of the places

i have been staying

have all been wrong

time doesn't seem to matter here

it's a guideline

an afterthought

instead the days are measured in

pintxo consumption

miles walked

peaceful moments

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📍Barcelona, Spain 🇪🇸

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S E V I L L A

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spain - day 8

perhaps my favorite time of day is when the sun sinks behind the red roofs

it is as if the day exhales

the park behind my house quiets down

the tower begins to illuminate

a light breeze blows through my hair

the sky, cloudless, turns a light purple

its ego bruised

as it fades to black

i am filled with immense gratitude for

this life

this moment

in this place

by: jackie hinke

[jhinke]

// warm //

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by Georg Nickolaus

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day 1/2 - spain

how lucky am i to sleep among the lime trees

and the flamenco dress shops of seville

life feels like a sueño

the blue skies y sol, fuel up my soul

"i am allowed to take up space in this world"

"i am allowed to take up space in this world"

i repeat, more confidently and sure of myself

"i can do anything i want"

"yo puedo hacer lo que quiera"

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hurry up, spring

instagram | farmgirlsk

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it was real, right?

the life I had before this 

the one where I was always late to work 

and walked fifty blocks home, sweaty after a work out class downtown 

my lungs sucking in the outside air graciously 

it was real, right? 

I lived in my own apartment 

and on Sundays, I would plan out meals and go to the market and cook myself dinner with a bottle of wine 

I would dance freely and often 

And wear lipstick 

And woke up every day feeling lucky 

it was real, right? 

I would go to shows and the ballet and museums 

And nourish my soul with the endless supply of inspiration 

That the city provided 

it was real, right? 

when you kissed me in that bar in Brooklyn 

and the world stopped just for a minute 

by: Jackie Hinke

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river of gold; zion national park, utah

[jhinke]

I was supposed to be the captain of my soul

But my ship ran ashore in the darkness 

The rudder rendered useless

Directionless and defeated 

I lay on the shore

The waves lapping against my lifeless body

As I stared up at the starless sky then succumbed to slumber 

When suddenly 

Startled by a dream I awoke prepared to fight and remembered 

The flare

Rummaging the cabin until I uncovered the first aid kit 

Rusty from the lack of use on the salty seas 

I pried the latch open like a clam shell and there it was 

Neon orange in all its glory 

I fumbled for a few minutes and then sent it sailing into the night sky 

Hope 

My heart thudded against my chest with the anticipation that someone would see it, see me 

The only flare in the kit held so much weight, so much promise, so much 

Hope 

I curled up on a rock and watched the sun rise above the horizon 

Painting the sea cerulean and gold and pink 

I watched eagerly for a sign of 

Hope

For a month

and then two 

and then three 

Growing weary and weak, withering away 

What happened to me? 

I was supposed to be the master of my fate, 

The captain of my soul. 

by: Jackie Hinke

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