I used to pretend I had a tail, a long bushy tail that would wave about. Sometimes I would sit on my tail and sometimes I would play with it, twirl it in my fingers.
I still think it's there, my tail. It's just invisible.
Sometimes I am a wolf, one of those grey and brown haired ones with a slight limp. Yes, I once read Women Who Run With The Wolves, in a former life too long ago. Other days, I pretend to be a butterfly. I am sure your tail is gorgeous.
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Sometimes I am a wolf, one of those grey and brown haired ones with a slight limp. Yes, I once read Women Who Run With The Wolves, in a former life too long ago. Other days, I pretend to be a butterfly.
I am sure your tail is gorgeous.
I have always wanted a tail!
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