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| bones:� who was it that carved a flute from the shin bone of their enemy, and make them play it while they were still alive?� bird bones are hollow, of course, so you could cut tiny holes and have them sound notes as they fly, wind instrument to accompany their voice.� when I die I want wind chimes made of all my bones, and my skeleton hung jangling in a large and open window, whistling a song about death, crows tapping rhythm on my skull. | |