Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together when I tried to flip through an old book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I lingered for more time than was needed, separating the pages one by one, and his name simply manifested again, quiet an

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