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

The smallest trigger can bring it back. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together when I tried to flip through an old book left beside the window for too long. Such is the nature of humid conditions. My pause was more extended than required, separating the pages one by one, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unprompted.There’s

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