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

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume kept on a shelf too close to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. My pause was more extended than required, ungluing each page with care, and his name drifted back to me, softly and wit

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