I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book left beside the window for too long. That is the effect of damp air. I paused longer than necessary, methodically dividing each page, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, wi

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