<?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>Mon, 27 Jul 2026 19:01:10 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/created/impossibilities/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Poetry 065]]></title><description><![CDATA[Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish #JeanDeLaFontaine]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@helices/poetry-065</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@helices/poetry-065</guid><category><![CDATA[man]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[helices]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2018 18:32:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Impossible Says "I'm Possible"]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image Source Impossible! The word that most of uttered when things are getting harder as though miracle is the only way to overcome it. Impossible, the word itself says I'm Possible meaning anything is]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@rigor/impossible-says-i-m-possible</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@rigor/impossible-says-i-m-possible</guid><category><![CDATA[life]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rigor]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2018 08:37:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/TZjG7hXReeVu2tbYw92exK5cPHDXZVwi7K1dEJab6WKpCcWVonJAyqJy9nK4aQJZLvMtW5MDAewqrkdZwpeAw276eQPX1RFWrT85J7j9zwo7sHL7bocBsC57bH8CRpEgDzKAH6VmSzLkF8?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Sort of Mental Squint on Hope Street]]></title><description><![CDATA[A poem is a plank, it’s tough and sexy, an earmuff. You can fly through the air, or dig a hole with it. See things that never were. You can think or swim with it, be sick or thin with it. It’s a snake]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@stevedeslacs/a-sort-of-mental-squint-on-hope-street</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@stevedeslacs/a-sort-of-mental-squint-on-hope-street</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[stevedeslacs]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jun 2017 05:08:36 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>