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Heather OC: Week 14 of 208

Updated: Sep 21, 2025


Her Own Private Archive: A Found Poem

Words from Daniel Mason’s North Woods


She dreamed about these

Ancient forests. (Glorious

Beyond imagination.)


She has found

That the only way

To understand  the world


As something other

Than a tale of loss is

To see it


As a tale of change.

For a moment stillness hangs

Over the rubble. And then,


It all begins again.

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