It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I tried to flip through an old book left beside the window for too long. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and his name simply manifested again, qu

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