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

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume placed too near the window pane. Such is the nature of humid conditions. My pause was more extended than required, methodically dividing each page, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and

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