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

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume kept on a shelf too close to the window. Moisture has a way of doing that. My pause was more extended than required, methodically dividing each page, and his name simply manifested again, quie

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