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I have heard of it before, but I never knew what it was until I walk through the door, I thought it was a wood made of special ink and it cast a strange dye in the sky and it tells you when you are going to die, but that theory is not true because the wormwood makes good medicine for you.

The word came out of nowhere, which is why I have to share.I don’t know if it makes good tea but all I know that it originates in north Africa and naturalized in North h America, Canada and America has a lot of it but they don’t know what to do with it, but the medicine man is coming to town and he is Canada bound. He will show you what you can do with the wormwood tree, and reveal its medicinal capabilities.

The wormwood is all around you with a value that is bigger than you, its branches are spreading and people are coming from far and near just to get the leaves from the wormwood tree to ease the pain so that you can be happy again, the Greeks use it in childbirth and my aunt used it to solve her gemological problem before she depart to heaven and when my neighbor goes to the bar, the bartender put some of it in his drinks and it make him sing.

Artemisia  Absinthium sits in the middle of the town in her long gown wearing the emblem of the Greek  goddess, looking straight into the sun until the day is done as she tells tales of the wormwood before the complete remedy unveils in the town.

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