My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another while I was browsing through an old book resting in proximity to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I paused longer than necessary, separating the pages one by one, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking.There

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