I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that’s usually how it happens.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I reached for a weathered book left beside the window for too long. That is the effect of damp air. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, separating the pages one by one, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.There is a p

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