In my case sleep renews and strengthens my resolve to go and see the world for more than dreams. It’s only at mid- afternoon that horrors stir and leisurely creep in. The world remains the same while I turn mean. You see through what it is at once, by morning’s vaunt and wake up slow, laconic, despondent at the world (that chain mail that you don) what it demands or wants. For you it’s at midday that on some fluke you deem to join the fray. Between such opposites our coffee steams across— cloud cover for a vale of scattered dreams.
Send your work in to miniMAG! Alex would be happy to have it.
Maybe, I like having it all in one place for when I do something more with it.
He's fine with simultaneous uploads/hostings! Think of it as a way to get more eyes on your work. I think your talent deserves it.