Chapter 1: The Shepherd’s Fields
The Landscape and Solitude The hills of Bethlehem stretched wide, their slopes breathing with grass that bent and straightened in the evening wind. The air held the warmth of the day, still carrying the dust of trampled earth, mingled with the sharper scents of crushed thyme and wild mint beneath my sandals. A flock grazed […]
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