My thoughts returned to Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw unexpectedly tonight, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book left beside the window for too long. It's a common result of humidity. I lingered for more time than was needed, methodically dividing each page, and his name simply manifested again, quiet and

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