Pls consider this collab with @HChipnft In addition to the art, Chip wrote a poem 4 Cinar. you can read his story here. http://shorturl.at We will be donating 100% of proceeds to help fund the operation Cinar needs for his hearing. Once his operation is complete, we will invite him as our special guest to the space. Thanks for your support! || Sounds Important || The alarm clock tells you it’s that time again, Piercing through the songbirds on your windowpane, The cacophony; machine and nature drives you to complain, One call to the boss and back to bed to nurse this fake migraine. That little boy called Cinar, he’s a hero to me, Capturing hearts in every corner of web 3, Forget the bulls and bears and charts and red and green, This hero of ours he needs you on his team. He doesn’t hear the morning madness from his bed. Little magic warrior unaware of what’s ahead, One special trip for a special boy and all that’s said, Will flow, at last he hears those songbirds in his head
me and my Luck, going for a Walk!
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me and my Luck, going for a Walk!
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Pls consider this collab with @HChipnft In addition to the art, Chip wrote a poem 4 Cinar. you can read his story here. http://shorturl.at We will be donating 100% of proceeds to help fund the operation Cinar needs for his hearing. Once his operation is complete, we will invite him as our special guest to the space. Thanks for your support! || Sounds Important || The alarm clock tells you it’s that time again, Piercing through the songbirds on your windowpane, The cacophony; machine and nature drives you to complain, One call to the boss and back to bed to nurse this fake migraine. That little boy called Cinar, he’s a hero to me, Capturing hearts in every corner of web 3, Forget the bulls and bears and charts and red and green, This hero of ours he needs you on his team. He doesn’t hear the morning madness from his bed. Little magic warrior unaware of what’s ahead, One special trip for a special boy and all that’s said, Will flow, at last he hears those songbirds in his head