In a scene pulsing with tense energy, two bison bulls, each weighing as much as a ton, battle for primacy. Amid the clouds of dust they’re kicking up, one of them launches himself from the ground, hindquarters powerfully pushing, forelegs airborne, head and horns lowered....

Four apple trees, boughs planed, hover shoulder-height above the ground, trunks twisted, coiled like dancers at the moment of a pivot. If these trees were to move, make their turns, reread the grooves creasing their bark, their red fruit would fly off into the dark and scatter far over the grass — like beads of...

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