The Artesian Well

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When you near the trickling sound of water, pushing through ferns and low hanging branches, you first see a jet of white water spouting nearly four feet into the air like a miniature geyser. You see it arc gently before spattering down on a flat rock — the sound you heard from the road. The greenery around it seems serene and gentle, a tiny shaft of light beaming through the tree branches above to light the water.