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

Something small triggers it. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause while I was browsing through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. It's a common result of humidity. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, methodically dividing each page, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.Respected i

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