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

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 left beside the window for too long. That is the effect of damp air. My pause was more extended than required, methodically dividing each page, and his name drifted back to me, softly and withou

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