My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together when I tried to flip through an old book that’s been sitting too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, ungluing each page with care, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without w

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