Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book left beside the window for too long. It's a common result of humidity. My pause was more extended than required, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and somehow his name surfaced again, q

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