It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that’s usually how it happens.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together while I was browsing through an old book placed too near the window pane. Humidity does that. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and unbidden.There�

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