Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, yet that is often the nature of such things.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together when I tried to flip through an old book placed too near the window pane. It's a common result of humidity. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, with

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