I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that’s usually how it happens.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. The trigger today was the sound of paper sticking together as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book kept on a shelf too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, separating the pages one by one, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietl

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