<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 May 2026 02:41:17 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@luna-tc/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[What never was]]></title><description><![CDATA[You wake me in the morning And vanish when my eyes are open An apparition I could nearly touch Familiar yet faceless figure I can trust Like a word on the tip of my tongue A memory that will quickly fade]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@luna-tc/what-never-was</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@luna-tc/what-never-was</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[luna-tc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2017 00:38:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZ6gbLzAA4fFhGXsog8rrR8QkQ9NEhMzuNM9jMofHvfhSV9XDiagC3QzZ6aeLwi3LFW13XKgYRc?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Something that never was]]></title><description><![CDATA[You wake me in the morning And vanish when my eyes are open An apparition I could nearly touch Familiar yet faceless figure I can trust Like a word on the tip of my tongue A memory that will quickly fade]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@luna-tc/something-that-never-was</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@luna-tc/something-that-never-was</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[luna-tc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2017 18:08:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[I believe so]]></title><description><![CDATA[As I've mentioned, I grew up in a Baptist school. It was a small school and not like you could just blend in with the crowd, which I certainly did not. I was a bit of a rebel I suppose and had my fair]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@luna-tc/i-believe-so</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@luna-tc/i-believe-so</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[luna-tc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2017 01:29:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZ21PisPtw3kMp5aYK3HAmrCPZwLWpsXZUyQdA1Am8UBzbHdR8m7T7inQeNgRi2X33jWGRvLear?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Flashback...Cowabunga!]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is a vivid memory. I believe I just got home from school. I didnt go to school with neighborhood kids as my mother insisted on me being enrolled in the local private Baptist school. So while my friends]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@luna-tc/flashback-cowabunga</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@luna-tc/flashback-cowabunga</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[luna-tc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2017 01:57:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/8SzwQc8j2KJb4ARrxQxCjX4jizub4U5CAK3WwB89qZaAVkqzN91v7PFKS3Z1wtg6nmGBwjepKhLYNXNPQ9QKTiQHhLhVxDVhzHYxjxQ79ozRRwGPQza?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[New venture]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hello All, I have created this profile with my pseudonym to chronicle my real life biography as seen through my own eyes as I experienced it to the best of my memory. This is a form of expression and somewhat]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/introducemyself/@luna-tc/new-venture</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/introducemyself/@luna-tc/new-venture</guid><category><![CDATA[introducemyself]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[luna-tc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 23:04:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZioAQa6n2AhAAK6nezxTjJz9siYNx3B6xHzTbFZNSrxkvVCzrCkj854SAxXiiHYuJQwvV6sHUi?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fast forward]]></title><description><![CDATA[I'm gonna jump ahead a bit here. I'm maybe 8 or 9 years old now. Still finding my way around. Spending time in the neighborhood with friends. Playing G.I. Joe's, guns and just other stuff to keep ourselves]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@luna-tc/fast-forward</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@luna-tc/fast-forward</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[luna-tc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 17:55:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/8SzwQc8j2KJb4ARrxQxCjX4jizub4U5CAK3WwB89opJrcR3gHFY4qLYYdPDcdkAGc39LhDUzDijLxD4q5RRT6YDno1gyr9SrMnZBkna3UWpY2bTE6Jr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The next track]]></title><description><![CDATA[Still haven't made it to my fathers work. I think we've made a pit stop. I'm waiting in the truck as he briefly leaves the truck. Maybe he went in the store to get a pack of smokes...a detail that's not]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/storytelling/@luna-tc/the-next-track</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/storytelling/@luna-tc/the-next-track</guid><category><![CDATA[storytelling]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[luna-tc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 07:40:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/8SzwQc8j2KJb4ARrxQxCjX4jizub4U5CAK3WwB89qCTfYFaRQKUYvawYPCL8dyrfxSy7MkBUAQGvN8zWP1bYY74bCTt8Fppk5TZ71FxvDrWET7BC7eN?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dawn of life]]></title><description><![CDATA[There's a fog clearing out. Hazy clouds dissipate. My first memories coalesce into pictures and sounds I can still smell, taste and feel to this day. It's not all roses. Far too young to be unshapparoned]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/storytelling/@luna-tc/dawn-of-life</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/storytelling/@luna-tc/dawn-of-life</guid><category><![CDATA[storytelling]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[luna-tc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 06:22:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2Qhhdda6Qnbf4AfRTMdSAFe7S27haMtJCrdrAfP7oW41w7YWCh7snG2edMGQKjENspJGdaYEmcLWishiNgJz?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>