Her tail, Picasso thought, must truly be Magnificent because the others could hardly look her in the eye or speak to her directly when it was up, for gazing at the shimmering blues and greens that change with the slightest tilt of direction.
But the main reason she loved her poetic kaleidoscope tail was that she felt special and beautiful and real when she shared it. However, the raising of it was difficult, not just physically, but because of the exquisite vulnerability of the thing.
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