in the secret drawer
behind the false panel
inside the concealed compartment
in the desk in the attic
of the house in the dark forest,
and press the spring firmly,
a door flies open to reveal
a bundle of old letters,
and in one of them
is a map of the forest
that you drew yourself
before you ever went there.
- selected lines from The Writer on, and at, Her Work by Ursula K. Le Guin
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