Unkindest Cut
“WATER, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink,” lamented the ancient mariner in Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem. He was trapped in a microcosm of humanity’s struggle with water.
Under My Skin
“WATER, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink,” lamented the ancient mariner in Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem. He was trapped in a microcosm of humanity’s struggle with water.
Elixir
“WATER, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink,” lamented the ancient mariner in Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem. He was trapped in a microcosm of humanity’s struggle with water.
The Shiver
“WATER, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink,” lamented the ancient mariner in Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem. He was trapped in a microcosm of humanity’s struggle with water.