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

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another as I attempted to leaf through an ancient volume resting in proximity to the window. Humidity does that. My pause was more extended than required, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and his name emerged once more, silent and

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