From the ground,
its startling colour stopped people dead in their tracks,
from the air, it stood like a beacon and was visible from miles away.
Like much of the surrounding landscape, the tree was incorporated
into the Haida's vast repertoire of stories, but as far as anyone knows ,
its the only tree, in what was then an infinity of trees,
ever to be given a name by the Haida's people.
From The Golden Spruce by John Vaillant
Photos by Sandra Saldanha
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