Instead of draped in yards of rented, slick Visqueen, we would arrive here naked, marching barefoot, each roll and fold of us with the exception perhaps of the tams with their exuberant dancing tassels and the brilliant plumage of hoods.
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Instead of draped in yards of rented, slick Visqueen, we would arrive here naked, marching barefoot, each roll and fold of us with the exception perhaps of the tams with their exuberant dancing tassels and the brilliant plumage of hoods.