This day, I read your submission, Company of Angels, Company of Men.
So few words, yet every step of this piece beats like a heart heavy and raw with life.
The Monkey is uneasy. I am disturbed. There's a shifting you effected within us.
Here, then. Let's send it for more in depth scrutiny by the ones you've met before, our formidable editors of The Terminali. Watch for their commentary in their thread onsite in the coming days or weeks.