My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, however, that is frequently how memory works.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another when I reached for a weathered book placed too near the window pane. Humidity does that. I paused longer than necessary, separating the pages one by one, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking.There is a peculiar

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