Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

Something small triggers it. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I tried to flip through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I paused longer than necessary, ungluing each page with care, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without warning.One finds a unique at

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