It wasn't my intention to dwell on 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 while I was browsing through an old book placed too near the window pane. Moisture has a way of doing that. My pause was more extended than required, methodically dividing each page, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.There is a pecu

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