<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199419004374758980</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:07:15.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wardrobe</title><subtitle type='html'>"Lucy kept her arms stretched out in front of her as not to bump her face into the back of the wardrobe. She took a step further in- then two or three steps-always expecting to feel woodwork against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel them. "This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!" thought Lucy, going still further in...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themiracledrug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9199419004374758980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themiracledrug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the bartender and the american baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11006496052125403461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>0</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage></feed>
