Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

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. That is the effect of damp air. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.One fi

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