Tomorrow is the first day of camp
Bring your pencils and paper
Goggles, beach towels
Bring your crazy golf tactics
Friendship bracelets, word counts,
Bring your hope for the summer,
Permission slip from your mother,
Campfire anthems, I can’t write anymore tantrums
Bring all those nerves and your jitters
Just don’t forget your nerve, shower slippers
That seed of survival germinating into creation
Change of plans, new arrival, that state of elation
20 years on from those first summer days
Wondering if this’ll be the year I finally graduate
From Guppy to Dolphin, those old swimming grades
Whether Plotter or Pantser, enjoy these thirty-one days.
Studio LERIAL 
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