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“Wow, that’s a beautiful tree.” Louis
Steyaert has his head tipped back to make out the outline of
the autumn leaves that cling to the uppermost branches of the
giant tulip poplar. Tens of meters overhead, the trunk splits,
the two branches racing towards a clear November sky. “How
old do you think it is?” Steyaert asks, turning to his
colleague, forest ecologist Robert Knox, who is respectfully
considering the tree. Leaves crunch as Knox steps forward and
embraces the mossy bark, his arms spanning perhaps two-thirds
of the massive trunk.
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