I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I tried to flip through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I paused longer than necessary, methodically dividing each page, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without wa

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