My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Something small triggers it. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book kept on a shelf too close to the window. That is the effect of damp air. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, separating the pages one by one, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.There is someth

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