My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, but that’s usually how it happens.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. The trigger today was the sound of paper sticking together as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume that’s been sitting too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, methodically dividing each page, and his name drifted back to me, soft

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