Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, however, that is frequently how memory works.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. The trigger today was the sound of paper sticking together when I reached for a weathered book kept on a shelf too close to the window. That is the effect of damp air. I lingered for more time than was needed, ungluing each page with care, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.There is a

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