<?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>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2026 13:38:19 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/created/fictionfirstattempt/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[THE GIRL]]></title><description><![CDATA[She was in her mid-teen age. Like every day she was on same time and how can I forget that smile. She was just beautiful. Well-dressed uniform, that hung ID card, and the way she grabbed the books like]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@kishworshahi/the-girl</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@kishworshahi/the-girl</guid><category><![CDATA[fictionfirstattempt]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kishworshahi]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2017 15:11:54 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>