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The Bones Sang |
Every day at 5.30 p.m., just outside the university campus where I live, someone blows up a mountain. I don’t mean a sky-detonating cacophony of end-of-the-dinosaurs proportions. South China may be mountainous, but not enough to kill off the dinosaurs every day. This is more mundane, and in its way more disturbing.