Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, however, that is frequently how memory works.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together while I was browsing through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I lingered for more time than was needed, methodically dividing each page, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.T

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