My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume resting in proximity to the window. Humidity does that. I lingered for more time than was needed, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unprompted.There is so

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