Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but that’s usually how it happens.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume kept on a shelf too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I paused longer than necessary, separating the pages one by one, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unprompted.There

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