I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, however, that is frequently how memory works.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I reached for a weathered book resting in proximity to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, ungluing each page with care, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking.T

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