I'm not entirely sure what caused it, but the water at that church smelled like a hot springs. Or like a volcano, and I don't mean in an ashy, smells-like-a-campfire sort of way. It was more like rotten eggs.
Mom always said that the water there was ok, that it wouldn't hurt us. But I was always happy to come back home and drink water that didn't taste like an angry mountain.
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