<?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/MsVision"><title>Celebrities on Fire - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MsVision/</link><description>The adventures of Miranda Sweet start here. Follow her adventure as she unwittingly unwinds the social fabric of Melba's witty and urbane incrowd, falls in love on a very tall mountain and placates rioting inmates with fried chicken. 

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Sweet Resumes - The Search after Freedom</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MsVision/441063</link><description>"Miranda Kaitlin Sweet, you don't have a freedom fighting bone in your body" said Tom folding back the sofa-bed, "why are you running off after Yongghi and Nyala. They're fit and they're focused and they are good at what they do. We struggled we really struggled and that was just camping. This is...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MsVision/432284"><title>The writer</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MsVision/432284</link><description>An old woman, now alone and bitter that she had forsaken her dreams of being a singer to take care of her elderly parents was sitting in her garden watching the birds when she was approached by a young girl who was holidaying next door. 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"May I go to the toilet please?", she asked "You know the way,"said her young Aunty Vivienne brusquely. "Watch out for a redback," laughed Aunty Ruby. It was an outside toilet, very creepy indeed but better than...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MsVision/411918"><title>Burning down the house</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MsVision/411918</link><description>The shoes were made of some golden kind of metal, maybe brass or copper and they were more like slippers, the kind Aladdin might have worn. Aunt Ruby liked to sit on the chair directly beneath them to pour the tea. She was a tall, boney woman wih a thin unsmiling mouth. Jess wanted to scream. She...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MsVision/411498"><title>Burning down the house (continued)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MsVision/411498</link><description>Her mother would push Jess towards the old man. 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