Traveling in
these giant cedar canoes,
the Haida
would regularly paddle their home
into, and
out of,
existence.
With each collective paddle stroke
they would have seen
their islands sinking
steadily
into the sea, while
distant snow-covered peaks
scrolled up before them
like a new planet.
Few people alive today
have any notion of how it might feel
to pull worlds up from
beyond the horizon
by faith and muscle alone.
--John Vaillant, The Golden Spruce (quote,
arranged)
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