It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that’s usually how it happens.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. The trigger today was the sound of paper sticking together when I tried to flip through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. Humidity does that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking

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