Following the Teacher Part 5…Treasure

A light breeze washed up the hillside from the sea, carrying with it the fresh scent of olive and pomegranate and wildflowers. It felt as if we were all being swept up in it, like we had become so light we could be lifted off the ground and carried away with him to someplace far away and safe. All the things we had been taught were so important were starting to come apart and blow away like chaff in the wind. The teacher continued…

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