Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume that’s been sitting too close to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I paused longer than necessary, separating the pages one by one, and his name drifted back to me, softly an

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