At some point during that evening B was holding a skull in both hands. It looked so tiny, brownish. It carried the symbolic of death. B was caressing the bone along the sutures. She lifted her eyes into hers and said: it is unbelievable, such a beauty! There is just one like this among millions. Only this particular person, with this unique skull, these unique teeth, her unique life.
S never looked at a bone the same way ever again.
According to wikipedia, the skull is a highly complex bone structure. It is composed from 22 different kind of bones, joined together by sutures, immovable joints formed by bony ossification.