I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that’s usually how it happens.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. The trigger today was the sound of paper sticking together when I reached for a weathered book placed too near the window pane. Humidity does that. I paused longer than necessary, methodically dividing each page, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking.There is something enigmatic about f

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