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 while I was browsing through an old book placed too near the window pane. That is the effect of damp air. I paused longer than necessary, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and unbidden.There’s s

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