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The path to the monastery left the valleys for the mountain.
The kids kept exclaiming whenever they saw something new to them--a translucid lavender mushroom was enough to awe them for a time.
Finally I could meet the monk I hoped would teach me some priceless truths, but all he did was listen to the kids talking about the books they were reading.
We're back in our town street, and I realize only now that he *did* teach me a priceless truth.