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Portraying You A figure is portrayed in a picture on the mantel, she looks eternally at a blue, blue sky. The wind playes with her long russet hair, stirring the long grass around her knees and breezing a flower past her ear. Wearing a dark t-shirt and jeans, her hands in her pockets like she has nothing better to do but gaze longingly up at the cloudless sky. As if she is patiently waiting for that day, the day she can stand in that very room again. In that picture a piece of her soul waits, just waits, for the Whole to come back again.

Father, I wanted to say this to your face, but you weren't at Tom's and I didn't know how to reach you besides going back to the house. I didn't want to do that for reasons you will get in a moment. So set this letter down, sit down, get comfortable, and pick this letter back up when you are ready. You will need to think before you confront me when you are done reading. Dad, Daddy, Father- Whichever one of the three personalities is in that great, big, bloody, body of yours that is in right now listen up. You have laid down the law and I have listened without complaint, Matt didn't but I did. Now you will do me the same courtesy. That lit