<?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>Cuffed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cuffed/</link><description>Recent content in Cuffed on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/cuffed/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Crossing</title><link>/stories/2017/09/24/the-crossing/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/24/the-crossing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;March 29-2017&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are times in one’s life, that a simple decision to take a much-needed trip turns out to be more than one asks for. That doesn’t mean that the original intention of taking that trip was ill advised, or that the measurement after the fact is nothing more than playing a Monday Morning Quarter Back after the Sundays Game, it just gives one the ability to Ponder Life’s Destiny and Life’s Meaning.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>