It wasn't my intention to dwell on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together when I tried to flip through an old book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Humidity does that. I lingered for more time than was needed, ungluing each page with care, and his name drifted back to me, softly and without warning.There is a

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