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Picasso’s Blue Period – Fragment #28

Picasso’s blue period cubes of happiness slant a cross-section of herself on the wall opposite, as if she were pieces of his voice. This is love, she tells herself, eyes isolated in the middle of my forehead; three less fingers than I started out with; a heart that belongs to someone else. She traveled all this way to view the original paintings and the only face she sees, in various shades of blue, is the one that refuses to tell her what she longs to hear.

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