Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

The smallest trigger can bring it back. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together 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 stopped for a duration that felt excessive, ungluing each page with care, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unprompted.Respected

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