What a rejuvenating weekend! Four days, nearly 70 poets, and a beautiful setting to boot. My cup runneth over. It’s a special thing to be surrounded by other people who can spend a happy hour discussing the different moods created by an em dash or an ellipsis. Plus bigleaf maple leaves, a lagoon, and a bouncy bridge. I crossed it with my eyes closed and only had to grope for the railing once.
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