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Brushing away sand, I uncovered the hooked claw of some long-deceased creature. It sat heavy and restless in my palm, a deadly comma, eager to get back to tearing and slicing after its long sleep. I imagined the animal. I pictured a sleek, capable hunter. I was a child. This was my passion at the time; imagining animals. Back home I had stacks of dog-eared dinosaur books with names I had memorized and illustrations I looked at every day.
The claw wasn’t genuine. It had been molded and cast by my kind, by humans, and buried in a sandbox in a museum in Oklahoma. This had been its exact purpose: to key children into the experience of finding an artifact from the past. It had worked splendidly on me. Though a fake, the claw wasn’t a total deception. Our understanding of the history of life on earth, after all, is largely imagined.
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