1 The young man drove his drilling rig into the field as his father stripped two willow twigs from a tree and, by the way the deep water called out to him, told him where was best to dig and how far down. This man was standing on the crust we all stand on but he divined the cavernous lakes looming below, the black rivers running from source to another place. They gave the dark water a mouth to flow from and it surged up and out into our ordinary light. 2 He rushed her holus-bolus along the street of…
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