It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

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 kept on a shelf too close to the window. That is the effect of damp air. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietl

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