Her name is spoken in hushed tones in small social circles. I have heard of recounts of successful personal experiences with the woman who lived in a shabby old hut in the midst of a vast rice plantation. Crone-like with frail but gentle old hands.

Like most healers in the province, I got wind of a particularly good one by word of mouth. I probed more about her with some of the old folks in our neighborhood and it did not take me long to get her name (or what it was she used to go by at that time). I repeated it non-stop, in a loop at the back of my mind just so I do not forget should I go on my quest to find the legendary healer.

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