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When I was a kid, I remember my grandma would take us to the local spring to fetch some delicious ice cold water on a hot summer day. I remember loving to do that for a number of reasons. First, I’m adventurous, so my spirit was enthused. Second, we were likely driving from somewhere “far” and kids loves breaks when it comes to long car rides. But mainly it’s probably because the water in Myrnam, Alberta tasted so horrible to me, that drinking that water was like drinking from the goblet of God himself. Refreshingly tasty!


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