<?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>Wed, 13 May 2026 14:50:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@zthomasolson/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Ships at Anchor]]></title><description><![CDATA[She lay with her head across his lap asleep in the front seat of the car. He liked her best when she was not asleep, but nearly so, because it was then that she would take his hand and hold it in earnest.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@zthomasolson/ships-at-anchor</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@zthomasolson/ships-at-anchor</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zthomasolson]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2017 15:25:54 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>