The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your w — Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
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The sadness was I'd lost a father I had never fully found. It's like a tune that ends before you've heard it out. Your whole life through you search to catch the strain, and seek the face you've lost in strangers' faces.

— Frederick Buechner, Telling Secrets
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