<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>June Sukiyuri on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/june-sukiyuri/</link><description>Recent content in June Sukiyuri on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/june-sukiyuri/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Living Canvas</title><link>/stories/2009/07/28/living-canvas/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/28/living-canvas/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Art. I was going to be art. Not pose for art, not make my sad little attempts at drawings, but become part of a canvas, shaped and molded by a wondrous artist, as I’d only imagined before. The beautiful latex vac-bed lay before me, welcoming me to become part of it, to be molded, stilled, and framed for the evening before a crowd of rapt patrons. But no good story, and no good evening begins with the climax first.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>