I didn’t plan to think about 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 as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book that’s been sitting too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, ungluing each page with care, and his name simply manifested again, quiet

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