It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, however, that is frequently how memory works.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another when I reached for a weathered book left beside the window for too long. It's a common result of humidity. My pause was more extended than required, methodically dividing each page, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without a

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