It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together 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, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and u

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