Endlings and the Melancholy Beauty of Extinction

What cannot be replicated must die

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A tree grows in a farmer’s field

Where I grew up in England, it was the spreading branches of oaks that towered like sentinels over otherwise cleared fields, the last remnants of forests cleared by invading Normans. But this is Western Canada, and even the trees are different…