April 13, 2018

“From out the mud crawled a man. He came to me, touched me, gave me a glass of brackish water. This man, still caked with mud, gave me water to drink. In my naivety, I believed the water holy. I looked upon it and thought: Yes, this water is blessed. And so I drank, first a sip, then a gulp, until I realized my tongue was sour and the water hard…”

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