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. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another while I was browsing through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. Humidity does that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and his name drifted back to me, softly and withou

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