Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda 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 when I reached for a weathered book resting in proximity to the window. Humidity does that. I paused longer than necessary, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.There’s something strang

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