Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but that’s usually how it happens.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together when I reached for a weathered book left beside the window for too long. Such is the nature of humid conditions. My pause was more extended than required, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and u

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