It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Moisture has a way of doing that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, ungluing each page with care, and his name emerged once more, silent a

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