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| Painted on location, a woman identifying herself as a wiccan lived to the right of the fountain and coveted it. Daunted by my presence painting her beloved fountain, she proceeded to attempt to ward me off by burning scents and throwing corn kernels from her window, all the while speaking incantations. I believe that the whole creepy incident led to my over emphasis of the perplexing ripples in the water. |