A fantasia of fountains adorns Downtown, U.S.A.
Water. Shapeless in itself, it can take MI multitudinous shapes. Colorless in itself, it can produce iridescences beyond any artist's palette. Soundless and inert in itself, it can in action induce a sense of rushing speed and frenetic energy; in tranquillity, a sense of meditative peace. In the most bleak of concrete jungles, water is a hope and a memory, a green thought in an ungreen shade.
Ever since Moses struck the rock and brought forth water, it has been both a miracle and a counted blessing, one...
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