I don't know when it was that I began thinking of this as an archæological discovery, a parade of extinct beasts dug up from the tar pits, like the ones they found in Los Angeles last week. The five Mesozoic peacocks morphed into vultures, reptiles.
The 10 other dancers stepped in and out in their original white tunics, sidestepping in wide pliû line-ups and whirling away on tiptoe, leaving and returning in unpredictable groups. They were like timekeepers or guardians, steady, inexhaustible, while the five evolutionary ghosts skipped and galumphed and finally rolled away. By that time, brown snow was falling all over the white floor.
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