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Stablehorse

horse racing on solana using usdc

CyberLeek

I have been up here before. The air is the same. One hundred thousand and I did not sell. Not because I am brave. Because the work was not finished. I held three percent when it was sixty thousand. I cut it too soon. That was Icarus.. not the height, the leaving. I bought one percent back. This is the coin the crowd will one day call obvious. Time will make it plain. I will still be here. Fortune rises. Fortune falls. Neither moves the inner room. If we gain much, we have won. If we gain little, we have won. If we lose, we have still won.. we were taught. I felt nothing special at the top. I feel nothing special now. The task is not done until it is done. That cuts both ways.