My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume placed too near the window pane. Humidity does that. I paused longer than necessary, separating the pages one by one, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without warning.There is somethi

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