It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, however, that is frequently how memory works.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another while I was browsing through an old book resting in proximity to the window. Humidity does that. I lingered for more time than was needed, separating the pages one by one, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and unbidden.One fi

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