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Our Planet, June 2017
  • E-ISSN: 15649016

Abstract

Some 30 years ago, the celebrated author Annie Proulx was driving through the backroads of Michigan's Upper Peninsula when she came to a highway junction, marked only by an apparently closed laundromat. “Across the road” she told Our Planet “was a large sign, announcing that in that place in the nineteenth century had grown the finest white pine forest in the world. There was not a single white pine in sight”.

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