<?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-1583562</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:19:07.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South to North (a story written by me)</title><subtitle type='html'>A story about a girl named Sara who lives in the Mississppi but must move to Alaska at age 14</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://south.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://south.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299418100567698526</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583562.post-1583682</id><published>2000-12-06T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-06T19:45:43.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A girl sits on her tire swing, swingging with her little white mutt, Sugar. The girls name is Sara, she is 13 years old. For being 13 she was very short and skinny.  When she sits swingging she thinks of far away lands that are so unreal that she doesn't know how she comes up with them. Sara does at least once a day or more. Every since she was 5 years old she had. Every since her dad left for the cold, snowy Alaska. Sara only heard from him about once a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583562-1583682?l=south.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583562/posts/default/1583682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583562/posts/default/1583682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://south.blogspot.com/2000_12_03_archive.html#1583682' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299418100567698526</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></entry></feed>
