Day three of meditation and poetry reading has been especially difficult. It all started so well with an hour of thought while posing with a sword. Wonderful! But then, during the hour of posing with the bowl, I failed to hold the position! The play reading was a success, but the nude hour of reflection afterwards had to be taken in a difficult position while wearing clover clamps on my pussy, to adjust my attitude for failing earlier in the day. It takes a lot of grit and determination to become a poetry champion!