When I was still young, a number of fruit trees were planted in my grandfather’s backyard. Conspicuous among the trees was the santol tree which stood taller, sturdier and more beautiful than the rest. And it never failed to yield a large harvest of sweet, luscious fruit. We always go to my grandpa’s house and climbed his santol tree and pick the fruits.
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