<?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-4282066930842575936</id><updated>2011-11-11T03:35:25.568Z</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New Under The Sun</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my page.  Currently I don't have a lot to offer, but keep an eye on this site.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliverjw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4282066930842575936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliverjw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Somethingfake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632198628818582860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KPivjrkfmjI/Sbe-ttjnOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WiqaqNXHhjs/S220/index.php.png'/></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-4282066930842575936.post-7410566737512506133</id><published>2011-11-11T03:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T03:35:25.595Z</updated><title type='text'>Rising Sun  *DRAFT*</title><summary type='text'>The warm orange glow seems to have set the city on fire. The shafts of light slowly fill the streets and ally ways, causing the shadows to first give up ground and then disappear entirely against the relentless march of the sun. Relentless, but in no rush. It had all the time in the world. A light wind sighs, disturbing scraps of rubbish and old newspapers, causing them to rise and swirl in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliverjw.blogspot.com/feeds/7410566737512506133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliverjw.blogspot.com/2011/11/rising-sun-draft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4282066930842575936/posts/default/7410566737512506133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4282066930842575936/posts/default/7410566737512506133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliverjw.blogspot.com/2011/11/rising-sun-draft.html' title='Rising Sun  *DRAFT*'/><author><name>Somethingfake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13632198628818582860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KPivjrkfmjI/Sbe-ttjnOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WiqaqNXHhjs/S220/index.php.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
