My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume resting in proximity to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. My pause was more extended than required, separating the pages one by one, and his name emerged once more, silen

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