<?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>Touchstone on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/touchstone/</link><description>Recent content in Touchstone on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/touchstone/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Rubber Genie</title><link>/stories/2007/08/01/the-rubber-genie/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/08/01/the-rubber-genie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Even hidden away in the wardrobe my mackintosh can exert its influence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I go into the room, I am compelled to slide back the door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is there: long, shimmering in the half light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It stands alone, masterful &amp;amp; strong. For the moment quiet and still.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bright red cotton surface has a wonderful sheen to it, it draws my hand like a magnet, to stroke, slowly, tenderly, a wistful feeling washing over me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>