I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, however, that is frequently how memory works.

Something small triggers it. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together when I tried to flip through an old book resting in proximity to the window. Humidity does that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and unbidden.Respected individuals o

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