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

Something small triggers it. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together while I was browsing through an old book left beside the window for too long. Moisture has a way of doing that. I lingered for more time than was needed, methodically dividing each page, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and unbidden.There’s something str

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