Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, however, that is frequently how memory works.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Moisture has a way of doing that. I paused longer than necessary, methodically dividing each page, and his name drifted back to me, softly an

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