But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true pie — Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
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But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true piece is when you curl around one little piece of something. One little fern. One little frond. One person to love.

— Rene Denfeld, The Child Finder
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