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 when I tried to flip through an old book resting in proximity to the window. Humidity does that. I paused longer than necessary, methodically dividing each page, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking.One finds a unique

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