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The chilly camp-like home where I was staying, had no running water, in winter all shut down, but had—amplitudinous electric. I must have been thinking extra sharp that morning, when to electric stovetop I came; soon had boiling Cumberland Farm’s bottled water in a copper *** with four brown eggs. With careful timing at last I took the four eggs out and with the heated water applying Barbasol and razor, so I shaved. *Please take care to not spill a single drop of soapy water into the winterized drain pipe,* I heard in my head my sage sister say. I discarded the contents of the *** into a snowy patch. Good morning, and happy happy, I sang. I hefted one oak log onto a dying fire. Two of the four eggs I ate, saving the last for leaner days. So complete--eggs and hot shave breakfast.
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
Hot Shave Breakfast
The chilly camp-like home where I was staying, had no running water, in winter all shut down, but had—amplitudinous electric. I must have been thinking extra sharp that morning, when to electric stovetop I came; soon had boiling Cumberland Farm’s bottled water in a copper *** with four brown eggs. With careful timing at last I took the four eggs out and with the heated water applying Barbasol and razor, so I shaved. *Please take care to not spill a single drop of soapy water into the winterized drain pipe,* I heard in my head my sage sister say. I discarded the contents of the *** into a snowy patch. Good morning, and happy happy, I sang. I hefted one oak log onto a dying fire. Two of the four eggs I ate, saving the last for leaner days. So complete--eggs and hot shave breakfast.
on the lighter side...HAheho, written about 2007
sam-hawkins
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
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