My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, however, that is frequently how memory works.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Moisture has a way of doing that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and in that stillness, his name

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