My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

Something small triggers it. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together 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 lingered for more time than was needed, separating the pages one by one, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.One finds a uniqu

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