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

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I reached for a weathered book placed too near the window pane. That is the effect of damp air. My pause was more extended than required, ungluing each page with care, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without warning.There is a

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