<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables"><title>Fabulous Modern Fables! - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/</link><description>Short Stories I have written</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/617346" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/616359" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/615594" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/615337" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/615331" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/615051" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/611709" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/609610" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/608504" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/608405" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/617346"><title>One third of Chapter five of the chronicles of Or</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Fiction_fabulousfables/617346</link><description>Chronicles Chapter 5 They travelled for some three hours before the trees and vegetation of the forest started to thin out and give way to sloping hills covered by grasslands rolling into the distance. 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