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Cheru’s the allergic emperor among the trees on the earth. Its dark violet nuts are rich source of itching energy. Though a single drop of sap – a hypocritical white in hue – could create an itching ecstasy, consequent crimson rashes frightened me with forebodings. Capsules complicated my condition. My body bloated like a python. My face transformed with an awkward look. Itching – I spent an anxious year. Browsing – I read a remedy for deadly diseases in the same sap. Wounding and healing forces pass through the same channel. Whether it be destructive, or be constructive, we decide.

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