He was my father, of an abstract way of life;
One not able to place in the palette of explosion that expressed spectrum's of color, as one could see in a rainbow; more of an individual personality; more of everything he knew, everyone he knew, the colors of all things, they came to him, sought him, always turning to him, then his light was bright, as they reflected off of him, transferring all that he was back onto them.
This is my father, what was him was of others and they could see themselves in him, through him, and they became one with him.
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