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Sunday, December 18, 2016

cold morning

It's 57 degrees in here with the stupid fireplace heater on for more than two hours.  Wtf.  It's 29 outside.  We're been up cooking beans for Food Not Bombs, five pounds, but we'll start some carrot soup in a little while.  I've never made carrot soup because I don't like it.  So let's keep our fingers crossed.


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