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<rss version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @brklyngirl)</generator><link>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/460f3Sxyfe64a5e7HOfQtqO3o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51181602</link><guid>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51181602</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 00:02:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Horses</title><description>&lt;p&gt;During the night, horses passed close&lt;br/&gt;to our parked van. Inside I woke cold&lt;br/&gt;under the sleeping bag, hearing their heavy sway,&lt;br/&gt;the gravel harsh under their hooves as they moved off&lt;br/&gt;down the bank to the river. You slept on,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Though maybe in your dream you felt them enter &lt;br/&gt;our life just long enough to cause that slight&lt;br/&gt;stirring, a small spasm in your limbs and then&lt;br/&gt;a sigh so quiet, so close to being nothing&lt;br/&gt;but the next breath, I could believe you never guessed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;how those huge animals broke out of the dark and came&lt;br/&gt;toward us. Or how afraid I was before I understood&lt;br/&gt;what they were-only horses, not anything&lt;br/&gt;that would hurt us. The next morning&lt;br/&gt;I watched you at the edge of the river&lt;br/&gt;washing your face, your bare chest beaded with bright water,&lt;br/&gt;and knew how much we needed this,&lt;br/&gt;the day ahead with its calm lake&lt;br/&gt;we would swim in, naked, able to touch again.&lt;br/&gt;You were so beautiful. And I thought&lt;br/&gt;the marriage might never end.&lt;br/&gt;-Kim Addonizio&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51178486</link><guid>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51178486</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 23:29:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Bridges hold the skeleton key to the city.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/460f3Sxyfe62bshw2HtJYN7fo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bridges hold the skeleton key to the city.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51176129</link><guid>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51176129</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 23:07:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>There is this tissue of a dress soaking the whiteness of the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/460f3Sxyfe62a8qekMxBEfNEo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is this tissue of a dress soaking the whiteness of the light and wall, everything.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51175968</link><guid>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51175968</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 23:06:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/460f3Sxyfe627w3bBz6FUEDWo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51175874</link><guid>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/51175874</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 23:04:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Begin</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is my letter to the World&lt;br/&gt;That never wrote to Me —&lt;br/&gt;The simple News that Nature told —&lt;br/&gt;With tender Majesty&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her Message is committed&lt;br/&gt;To Hands I cannot see —&lt;br/&gt;For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —&lt;br/&gt;Judge tenderly — of Me&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/50733229</link><guid>http://brklyngirl.tumblr.com/post/50733229</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 13:45:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
