Call me crazy, but if I'm so into feng shui that I'm going to pay money for a zen-inspiring water fountain, I'm not going to buy it at the drug store like the one in Manhattan where I saw this gem on sale in the discount rack.
What could be lamer than to have this lame little fountain, complete with sand and a freaking rake, oozing water and dust and leaking wax all over the black glass coffee table in front of your black leather couches? (clearly, only a 20-something male would buy this thing, and that is exactly what his decor would consist of.) Well, I guess you need earth, water and fire, so there's no skimping, at least.
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