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

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I reached for a weathered book left beside the window for too long. Humidity does that. I paused longer than necessary, methodically dividing each page, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unprompted.One finds a unique attribute in

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