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| REFLECTION IN A WELL Once a young boy stood watching a gypsy as he drank from a well in the town square. After drinking, the man continued to gaze into the welll, as though looking at someone. He was a giant of a man but had a friendly face. So the boy approached him and asked. "Who lives down there?" "God does," answered the gypsy. "Can I see him?" "Sure you can," said the gypsy. Then taking the boy into his arms he lifted him up so that he could see down into the well. All the boy could see, however, was his own reflection in the water. "But that's only me," he replied in disappointment. "All I see is me." "Ah, replied the gypsy, "now you know where God lives. He lives in you." |