Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

Something small triggers it. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book resting in proximity to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, methodically dividing each page, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unprompted.Ther

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