Buried in a hearth.

In Alaska.

By people who loved her.

She carried the deepest ancestral signal of the first Americans in her bones.

She carries it still.

The genome is in a database.

The baby is still in Alaska.

And the first Americans — all of them, in all their diversity, across both continents, from the Arctic to Tierra del Fuego — are still here, in the descendants who have kept their connection to this hemisphere through every transformation that eleven and a half thousand years of history has brought.