Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, however, that is frequently how memory works.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I tried to flip through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. My pause was more extended than required, ungluing each page with care, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking

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