I didn’t plan to think about Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw again tonight, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

Something small triggers it. The trigger today was the sound of paper sticking together when I reached for a weathered book resting in proximity to the window. That is the effect of damp air. I lingered for more time than was needed, methodically dividing each page, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.One finds a unique attribute i

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