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what i hadn't comprehended for a while was what bones actually did after they weren't part of a living thing anymore. my elementary school lesson of fossilized dinosaurs stuck with me for too long, the "fossilized" adjective not ringing many bells, and the disappointing fact that the models in museums were only comprised of castings from these fossils didnt register as a signifier of the possibility for other unlearned facts, either. around age ten i dug a dozen holes in the side yard of my house to find the inch we had buried at least three years prior, and upon finding nothing i concluded that some dog had come and dug it up without us knowing it. I made a small grave for a dead mouse when i was 21 and left it, expecting to have my very own mouse skeleton when i got back from my first ship. All i found was the pellet i shot it with and nothing more, so i concluded that small animals had weak bones. I still believed in images of cow skulls in the desert and lions dens with skeletal remains scattered about because our bones are sturdy and inedible. i can't imagine the litter we'd all be walking on if even our hardest pieces weren't part of the same system that the rest of us is, after all.
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