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

Something small triggers it. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume left beside the window for too long. It's a common result of humidity. I paused longer than necessary, ungluing each page with care, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without warning.Respected individuals of

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