Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, but that’s usually how it happens.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together as I turned the pages of a long-neglected 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 in that stillness, his name reappeared unpr

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