Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another while I was browsing through an old book placed too near the window pane. That is the effect of damp air. I paused longer than necessary, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without askin

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