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| Jinan, Shan Tung |
It was early in the morning, the sun was barely out, and this place was already crowded with people, jousting for a spot to.... collect water. This was obviously not a refugee camp, and the people were all very leisurely, yet they were all very serious about getting as much water as they could carry. Here, the water was no ordinary water, it was spring water from deep down the earth, and it was pure and sweet and possessed magical power. The pond looked like the ordinary pond in the city park, but look closer and you'd see the water was crystal clear, the perching rocks were all polished by the generations of people fetching water, even though tap water had long been available in their houses.
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