Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

Something small triggers it. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book placed too near the window pane. That is the effect of damp air. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, methodically dividing each page, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and unbidden.There�

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