Day three went awesome, I got almost 3k words written!!
Last sentence written:
Spoiler! :
The walk from the parking lot to the Startemple had been longer than usual, filled with horrible dead silence, but we had finally arrived, gotten in, and taken our seats.
The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading. — Edward Hirsch
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