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I had to imagine myself as my father for a moment. To be with his perspective, to be with a daughter such as myself. It must be so disorienting to him to not know how to out right ask what I do, and to not be able to fully comprehend even if I laid it out for him. To not know how a woman, such as his daughter, is able to get by in life without doing anything unscrupulous or other than that which I desire to do. It must be confusing for the lot who don’t know how to stand in their magic, or who simply do not possess it. I never have been one to wish to convince, even though I am capable of such whenever I open my mouth to speak with passion.  I enjoy the enigma surrounding my being, I enjoy it so much that I will uphold it even when I become more public. And I know a public facing component is encroaching upon my existence. I just hope it happens elegantly, and soon so that I may show my dad how mysteriously great I am because of his tender fathering.