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

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This time it was the sound of pages sticking together while I was browsing through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. That is the effect of damp air. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and his name emerged once more, silent and unin

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