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

Something small triggers it. Tonight, it was the subtle sound of pages clinging together as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume left beside the window for too long. It's a common result of humidity. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, ungluing each page with care, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.There is som

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