My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together when I reached for a weathered book placed too near the window pane. That is the effect of damp air. I lingered for more time than was needed, methodically dividing each page, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without warning.Respected indiv

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