The other day, as I approached this well, I heard chanting coming from way down in the well. Turns out there were six men in the well, each above the other and braced against the walls of the well. They were singing to keep the rhythm of passing buckets of water up the well. The guy at the top emptied the bucket into a basin at the top which was then either put into the animal trough or emptied into containers.
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