Article: Water Works on the Blue Planet.

 
   Water, water, every where, 
   And all the boards did shrink; 
   Water, water, every where, 
   Nor any drop to drink. 
 
   And every tongue, through utter drought, 
   Was withered at the root; 
   We could not speak, no more than if 
   We had been choked with soot. 

From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Part II By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Coleridge's poem, the Ancient Mariner is adrift on a windless sea, surrounded by water too salty to drink. (Sorry, we couldn't find a picture of a ship with windless sails!)

When we consider that almost three-fourths of Earth's surface is water, it's hard to imagine there could ever be a shortage. But of ...

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