Forgotten Ground Regained

Doggerland

Someone was standing therewhen the water wilded in.From the time it was tundrato warm forests and wetlands,someone rode the reindeer tracksand someone marked the mammoth,and the watchers had weapons.But they paused beneath pine and birch,and someone always stopped there,somehow aware of how waves, one day,would come to cover this long coastand flood every field and forestand every lick of land life,soil salted over by seaand islands now isolatedand cleaved from the continent.Someone was standing therewhen water wielded waterand woke from the warming ice,burying bone and breath deep,burying even the bottom.
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