My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Humidity does that. I paused longer than necessary, ungluing each page with care, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.There’

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