I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I tried to flip through an old book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Moisture has a way of doing that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, ungluing each page with care, and his name simply manifested again, quiet an

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