In me behold the only skull,
From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.
Author: Lord Byron
To me, skulls don't depict death and decay, but tell a story of some life lived somewhere, a soul that experienced life to the full and, like all things inevitable, came to an end, whether happy or sad. Within the confines of those bones lies the story of this Crow's many flights through the African sky, and perhaps the birth of many an off-spring. I hear him say, "I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee; I died: let earth my bones resign".
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