Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I reached for a weathered book placed too near the window pane. It's a common result of humidity. I paused longer than necessary, methodically dividing each page, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking.There’s so

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