I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that’s usually how it happens.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book resting in proximity to the window. Humidity does that. I lingered for more time than was needed, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and unbidden.Re

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