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The rumble begins from beneath the sink, bubbling up a delightful stream of water that emerges from the faucet.

A trickle at first, then a great gush of beautiful H20, tiny droplets misting into the air. It reminds me of a sweet summer rain, the flow of a mighty waterfall, the gentle rocking of the waves.

Water. Here to wash away filth and poison. My hands, the purveyors of my touch and the tools of…