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Key Characteristics of Decentralization Exchange In Cryptocurrency
Decentralized exchange (DEX) in the context of cryptocurrency refers to a type of trading platform that operates without a central authority or intermediary. Traditional exchanges, such as those in the stock market, are centralized and rely on a central authority to facilitate trading and manage user funds. In contrast, decentralized exchanges operate on blockchain technology and smart contracts to enable peer-to-peer trading of digital assets directly between users.
By Sneha Ahlawat2 years ago in Writers
The Best Facts About Texas City
## Introduction Texas City, located in the southeastern part of the state, is a vibrant and diverse city with a rich history and many interesting facts. From its famous landmarks to its unique culture, Texas City has a lot to offer. In this blog post, we will explore some of the best facts about Texas City that make it such an intriguing destination.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Writers
My love for climbing
With each ascending step on the challenging mountain trails, a narrative unfolds—stories of patience, determination, and the anticipation of unforeseen challenges. The pursuit of mountain climbing transcends the realm of a mere outdoor activity; it evolves into an intellectual odyssey, a quest for the essence of life, and at times, a profound confrontation with oneself.
By Nguyen Kayty2 years ago in Writers
Top Facts about the Pyramids of Giza
The Pyramids of Giza are one of the most iconic and mysterious ancient structures in the world. Located on the outskirts of Cairo, Egypt, these magnificent pyramids have fascinated people for centuries. Built as tombs for the pharaohs, the Pyramids of Giza continue to captivate our imagination with their architectural brilliance and historical significance. In this blog post, we will explore three fascinating facts about these incredible structures.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Writers
NEW BOOK NEW BOOK NEW BOOK. Top Story - November 2023.
Honestly I'm not really sure if this is the appropriate space for this or not, but anyway...for those of you who have enjoyed some of my poems this year, I just published a new book. It is a collection of about 75 or 80 of my favourite poems I wrote during my travels this year around Australia and Asia, including a few that showed up here on Vocal. (I lost count because I kept going back and forth about which ones made the cut or not).
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Writers
Normal people don’t have destinies.
Of course, I never tell them that. When they come into my shop, I take their palms solemnly—after I take their payment, $25 cash or card—and stare into the blankness of their futures with undue reverence. Day after day, year after year, they come: the businessmen and the soccer moms, the mailroom clerks, dentists, and hairstylists of the world. The politicians and the theologians, too. The young and the old, the hopeful and the hopeless, the sceptics and the true believers. They all come and its always the same.
By Silvestrs Iliško2 years ago in Writers
Room 313
When I was young, maybe eight, my mum and I drove three hours in the freezing cold and pounding rain towards Dartford, London. The storm had been raging for nearly ten hours now, every few minutes a bright crack splintered through the sky and a low rumble sounded. On the drive up, I had imagined the home smelling old and dusty something unique, the smell of finality I suppose. As we arrived, my mum grasped my hand lightly and explained to me again that James had already entered late-stage dementia, that he required around-the-clock care and not to panic if I saw tubes or nurses around him. Images of a half-man-half-machine person entered my mind, some kind of monster from my night terrors. A horrible being who was hardly human anymore, kept alive only by machinery. The panic must have shown on my face but my mum remained calm. I have realised only in memory that she held tears in her eyes and how strong she must have been to fight them and keep them from falling. I glanced toward the home. There was one lone light in the darkness. One black lantern hung lowly from a lintel, covering the top third of the door.
By Shane O’Callaghan2 years ago in Writers
