Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but that’s usually how it happens.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another when I tried to flip through an old book placed too near the window pane. Humidity does that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, separating the pages one by one, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unprompted.The

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