I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume that’s been sitting too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and his name simply manifested aga

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