<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Blanche019249"><title>Memories, Dreams And Reflections - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/</link><description>The title of this blog is taken from Carl Jung's Autobiography.  All autobiography is fiction and a work in progress.  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Attraction and old tapes, needs, damage, issues. All mine, I know. What does it mean or take for anyone to be attracted? I'd always heard that power and money were powerful aphrodisiacs for some women, I just never thought I was that...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/423580"><title>I Was A Free Woman In Paris</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/423580</link><description>Paris, 1989, with Richard, Claire, and Jeffrey. We went to the bookstore, not the original one owned by Sylvia Nash, on Le Rive Gauche, Shakespeare and Company. George, the curmudgeonly 80 year old who had a 3 year old daughter, owned it, the American abroad. 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This is a letter to a former friend, whom I have bittersweet feelings about. Mixed emotions are part of the complex palette of life, and it would be misconception to say that though I...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/413403"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/413403</link><description>Fri 6/16/2006 12:47 PM Sudden Downpour in Seattle: Film At Eleven. I ran home as fast as I could, but the sudden rainshower just drenched me. I dodged between the bus shelter and the apartment. I could see the new owner of the corner market (renamed Juneau St. Market) running with her garbage...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/413402"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/413402</link><description>Tue 7/4/2006 7:19 PM Fourth Of July Party At Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe The marine cloud layer did burn off just in time for the beginning of the barbecue this afternoon. Gideon went to his house call on Bainbridge Island this morning. I was wondering if he'd make it back before the grilled meats...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/413398"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Blanche019249/413398</link><description>Fri 9/29/2006 11:06 AM New Friends Are Silver, Old Friends Are Gold The morning mist is slowly burning off outside, another harbinger of fall. We've had the strangest weather. 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