Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume placed too near the window pane. It's a common result of humidity. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and somehow his name su

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