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

The smallest trigger can bring it back. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another when I reached for a weathered 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, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and in that stillness, his name rea

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