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

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another when I tried to flip through an old book left beside the window for too long. It's a common result of humidity. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, ungluing each page with care, and his name drifted back to me, softly an

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