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Celebrate CandyDrop Round 59 featuring MinoTari (WXTM) — compete for a 70,000 WXTM prize pool!
🎯 About MinoTari (WXTM)
Tari is a Rust-based blockchain protocol centered around digital assets.
It empowers creators to build new types of digital experiences and narratives.
With Tari, digitally scarce assets—like collectibles or in-game items—unlock new business opportunities for creators.
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Aug 7, 2025, 09:00 – Aug 12, 2025, 16:00 (UTC)
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When the wind brushes past my hair, I am always running. The straps of my backpack have frayed, and the sound of my sneakers on the bluestone slabs is crisper than the classroom bell.
Jumping over the rusty iron fence, the cuffs of my pants stained with the golden wild chrysanthemums. Standing on the edge of the rice field with arms wide open, letting the wind fill my sleeves, like a bird shaking off its feathers.
The setting sun stretches the shadows long, I count the sleepers on the tracks, imagining what the next stop looks like. The adults say "calm down," but I hear a call from afar—there are unnamed rivers there, and directions that are not defined.
Once, I was also a young man chasing freedom, writing poetry on the earth with my footprints, each stroke moving toward the light.
Having gone through countless sails, I hope to return still as a youth…🥰🥰
When the wind sweeps through my hair, I am always running. The straps of my backpack have frayed, and the sound of my sneakers on the bluestone is crisper than the classroom bell.
I jump over the rusty iron fence, the cuffs of my pants stained with the golden wildflowers. I spread my arms on the rice field ridge, letting the wind fill my sleeves, like birds shaking off feathers.
The sunset stretches my shadow long, I count the sleepers on the railway, guessing what the next station looks like. Adults say "calm down," but I hear the distant call—where there are unnamed rivers and undefined directions.
Once, I was also a boy chasing freedom, writing poetry on the earth with my footprints, each stroke heading towards the light.
Having sailed through countless waves, I wish to return still as a boy…🥰🥰