Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Something small triggers it. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Humidity does that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, methodically dividing each page, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without warning.One fin

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