<?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>Kari Pink on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/kari-pink/</link><description>Recent content in Kari Pink on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/kari-pink/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Inflating Prospects</title><link>/stories/2018/12/20/inflating-prospects/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/12/20/inflating-prospects/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The soft, rustling of papers is far from enough to keep your thoughts at bay. Not even the clickity clack of a keyboard typing away would do so. No, if anything, it made things even more difficult. That anxiety that bubbles up in the back of your mind, lingering in every corner of every single line of thinking that dances across your inner conversations. Of course, part of what is causing the anxiety is the two people that happened to be making the noise.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>