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overowa · 8 months

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#esoterismo #sincronicidades #amor #dados #universo

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karlynmaness · 2 years

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Separate pieces, but still connected. 🌦 ☔️🌧

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wnq-writers · 7 years

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‘Just give it a try,’ is probably the best and worst advice ever given.

dream-soluna

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shareaquote · 7 years

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How do I not break your heart, love?

dream-soluna

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loovelikee-fools · 7 years

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Love your writing!! Can't wait for the next update of "Soluna" it's really good!! I know you said that you were having writers block, but I hope that goes away soon!! :))

Thank you, I'm really hoping my writer's block goes away soon as well. I'm hoping this summer to explore my city more, read more books, try to write more poetry, and connect to my roots as well :)

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coin-river-blog · 6 years

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The New York firm recently revealed its plans to develop a green mining center in Morocco.

On Friday, Soluna, a New York-based computing company backed by Brookstone Partners, announced it will build a wind-powered center in southern Morocco for use as a cleaner alternative to cryptocurrency mining. The company is developing its 900-megawatt, 37,000-acre wind farm in a class I site where winds exceed 22 miles per hour.

The organization's efforts are informed by the high energy costs associated with cryptocurrency mining; in fact, according to data from Digiconomist, bitcoin mining accounts for about 71 terawatt hours' worth of electricity annually. According to the announcement, this electricity usage represents "an unsustainable growth in demand on the world's energy resources."

Soluna CEO John Belizaire commented on the company's mission of sustainability:

"Our vision is to power the blockchain with clean, renewable energy that we own and control. Soluna will address the growing demand for energy to power today's growing blockchain networks, and will create the world's first 'service node,' providing high-density computing for future blockchain networks."

The organization has not stated when it plans to start development or whether the Moroccan government will play a role in the wind farm. The king of Morocco, however, announced the nation's goal of producing "over 52% of its electricity through green power by 2030 and creat[ing] over 6,000 Megawatts of renewable projects by 2020."

Moreover, Soluna's project will start off as "an off-grid operation" but the company plans to eventually integrate it into the network, connecting high-voltage transmission lines to the site next year. The organization claims its "site will be one of the largest off-grid mining operations" while it remains unconnected.

The issue of high electricity usage in cryptocurrency mining has long been a topic of discussion within the cryptospace. While companies like Soluna are trying to develop cleaner ways to mine, other authorities, such as in New York and Quebec, have attempted to prohibit or limit the activity.

Daniel Putney is a full-time writer for ETHNews. He received his bachelor's degree in English writing from the University of Nevada, Reno, where he also studied journalism and queer theory. In his free time, he writes poetry, plays the piano, and fangirls over fictional characters. He lives with his partner, three dogs, and two cats in the middle of nowhere, Nevada.

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karlynmaness · 2 years

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karlynmaness · 2 years

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I have never been one to show my love through gentle means. As a child, I’d run through fields of milkweeds and primrose, searching for something that could hold my attention longer than anything had before, something everlasting. I’d pick flowers of blue and flowers of gold, until I found the flowers of pink beyond where I was supposed to go. Then, I’d watch them die and wonder why my love and adoration couldn’t keep them alive.

As the sun began to fall into the trees, my last hope for something that could survive even me laid between dirty knuckles, like claws daring death to find us once more. I tiptoed around the pond towards the house I called home that summer. With each step, I watched as tiny sparks erupted from the ground. Was it the sun’s last stand to preserve her dying light, break herself into a thousand pieces so she can still shine?

The primrose fell from my hands as I reached and reached for my eternity. I had never seen a day without the sun, surely she wouldn’t leave me too. With a single piece buried in my fist, I ran as fast as I could. My forever, I couldn’t let her go, not until she was safe inside, in a place that could be ours. I locked the door and turned down the lights, just enough to see the firefly burn for me one last time. I was so scared to lose her, I held her too tight.

When death touches your life at a young age, mortality is what you know, and forever is what you dream. The older I got, the more I could see people are like fireflies on a Kansas night. We are a million delicate lights shining among the darkness, and all it takes is one person holding on too tight in the name of love to extinguish our flame.

Fireflies in Kansas // Karlyn Maness

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karlynmaness · 2 years

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Was the sky really gray, or did I ignore the hues, paint a space between me and you?

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karlynmaness · 3 years

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IG/Twitter: @solunanight

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karlynmaness · 3 years

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You could never understand my pain,

When all you do is gain,

From my hurt and defeat.

I’m on my knees,

Praying for mercy.

Tell me,

How do you face yourself in the mirror?

Does my destruction make your image clearer?

See me,

See the girl you’ve broken down,

See the heart you’ve torn apart,

For your own progression.

It’s not a game you can win,

You’re breaking everything I am.

They want to question every decision,

Like we’re lost and hopeless children.

Wandering is not a crime,

Now we’re running for our lives.

What’s the charge,

For being a wild heart?

Tell me,

Why you’re adamant on reason,

When the universe is out here screaming…

See us,

Crying alone in the dark,

People scared to show our scars,

Fighting hard for a future,

We aren’t promised anymore.

See us,

Desperate for a change,

Trying to stay afloat in littered seas,

Salt wounds burning deep.

All we want is to be seen,

And understood like a person should be.

See me.

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karlynmaness · 3 years

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I go down to the weeping willow,

Where my secrets lie.

Down to the roaring river,

Wash away these blood stains,

I swear he felt no pain,

But the skies still cry again tonight.

A dead man walking into the night,

Should’ve known I’d pry.

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karlynmaness · 3 years

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There’s an ocean that fills your mind. Just like the water that gives your body life, the sea fuels our mind. Some days it is our serenity, a calm to wash away the stress of life outside of ourselves. Other days, it is a storm, threatening to drown us beneath the wrath of its waves. Some people struggle to stay afloat, knowing that same water we find solace in can also be our destruction. Tread lightly.

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karlynmaness · 3 years

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Beneath This Cage by Deaf author, Soluna.

IG/Twitter: @solunanight

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karlynmaness · 3 years

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They’ll watch as you stand in the dark with your hands raised. What a mad woman. They’ll utter it as a warning for those who made you bleed for the life you live. I say let them curse your depths and trenches while a tempest boils below. For one day. One day, the stars will rain again, and hell will crash through the sky onto the Earth in a nebula storm. Let them burn in the flames they cast upon you.

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karlynmaness · 3 years

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Many of my greatest loves have yet to be discovered, many holding a piece of me they have yet to find.

There was a boy at my local coffee shop who never spoke a word to me, but every weekday, I watched as he ordered his usual cup and forgot the world as he began to type away at his latest project. A loose strand crept into his emerald eyes, his delicate hands pushing back the midnight locks every so often. It always seemed to bother him, hair that was just shy of maddening, but maybe it was that madness that fueled the desire in his eyes, in his work. I suppose he must’ve finished whatever it was they kept him so alive in his own space because one day he never came back, taking with him a fondness he didn’t know existed. How I would love to be at peace in my own mind like he was in his.

Then, there was this beautiful woman who I saw frequent the eroding shores, always alone and never one to stray from the view below the pier. Every person who emerges into the darkness to see the sun rise will have a different reason for doing so. The dawn breaks into a million colors to hold a piece of hope for each searching for themselves in a world on fire. But, I guess she never found the solace she longed for. It was a rainy day with a dark sky that never broke when she walked beyond the ashes of who she once was and into the sea that called her home. We cannot all rescue ourselves, and in the waves, she saw her savior. In the waves, she saw hope. How I would’ve loved to be her haven, if only I had known.

Perhaps the greatest loves are the ones we do not share, a secret we keep so that the world does not taint the feelings we hold dear. I have loved and loved and loved, and that is what keeps my heart beating. Maybe I, too, am the greatest love for someone I have never met, someone who admired me for who I am, not who I try to be.

Soluna.

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