Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, however, that is frequently how memory works.

Something small triggers it. 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. It's a common result of humidity. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, separating the pages one by one, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without warni

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