<?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>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 15:25:09 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/polaroid-diaries/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA["Exit Into Light. (Saturday, November 04, 2006, 1:46 PM)"]]></title><description><![CDATA[Dear Diary - She climbs the stairs and steps out of the doorway into the light... She is enveloped and embraced, held gently and caressed, by the warmth of the sunlight... She smiles and slips on her]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@rubytuesday/exit-into-light-saturday-november-04-2006-1-46-pm</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@rubytuesday/exit-into-light-saturday-november-04-2006-1-46-pm</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rubytuesday]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2017 07:56:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXa8KpFxddAjGg3Rj7VxB5mx1RA1GremZnQ55ZR5ntt7i4yCN5cXqkTzcmtoFvj1JBC1acENVier?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Number 30 From "52 Days, 63 Poems"]]></title><description><![CDATA["Number 30 - 11:55 pm, 2004/02/08" You were Just here And I Can still Feel The Emptiness In the Place Where You stood Like a Shadow Lingering Like the Scent of Perfume Or Simply the smell Of]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@rubytuesday/number-30-from-52-days-63-poems</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@rubytuesday/number-30-from-52-days-63-poems</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rubytuesday]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2017 07:47:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYkpwDWRXTdanz3uxUJZmrc8mziGLjACo35nphuzm8AdZ9ydg8TAq1179hR9UE6D5JEpBZ6yz2S?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA["Red Phone 2" (Her Arm)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sunday, December 25, 2005, 7:56 PM Dear Diary - as if it wasn't enough to see good old Red Phone, it wasn't long before they were up to the old tricks - whispered conversations, secretive and passionate...]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@rubytuesday/red-phone-2-her-arm</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@rubytuesday/red-phone-2-her-arm</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rubytuesday]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2017 12:32:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZirPbQRTp8Bay6vuv1JcHwp7CrZ3rM29NijAfcb8ZrShVBxJaAF6jBSkUj5vhAfzXy51Ej3yoC?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>