Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink!

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
– from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
 
The words of this poem ran through my mind this morning as I looked out our back windows at the Bay.  All you can see is the sun glistening off all of this water – people in boats fishing, sea birds diving for fish and sunning themselves on the docks, the bobbing of crab trap markers.  But the water out there isn’t the problem – its the lack of water in here that is! 
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