It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that’s usually how it happens.

Something small triggers it. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together while I was browsing through an old book placed too near the window pane. 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 again, quiet and unbidden.There is a peculia

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