It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together when I tried to flip through an old book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, ungluing each page with care, and his name simply manifested again, quie

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