Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Something small triggers it. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I reached for a weathered book placed too near the window pane. Humidity does that. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, pulling the pages apart one at a time, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.One finds a unique attribute in e

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