Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another while I was browsing through an old book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, carefully detaching the sheets individually, and in that still

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