It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause while I was browsing through an old book placed too near the window pane. It's a common result of humidity. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and somehow his name surfaced again,

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