On the right is a jug of water fresh from the store shelf. On the left is a jug I refilled a few weeks ago from Lou's charcoal-filtered tap at
Coyote Howls East RV park. It has spent time in the sun and we can see something other than pairs of hydrogen atoms bonded with oxygen atoms. Some kind of greenish stuff. Algae, maybe. Or Martian urine. (Hey, weird things happen in the desert, so you never know.) Whatever it is hasn't hurt me. Yet.
Maybe I should decant it into designer bottles and sell it as extra special, all-healing, organic super water. I could sprinkle a little sand in it for authenticity. Extra minerals, dudes. Exceeds your daily requirement for quartz, basalt and feldspar. You'll live to a hundred and twenty.
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